Bijay Kant Dubey
My Dead Mother Now Good Earth She - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
O potter, give me some clay
So that I may make, make and re-make my dead mother,
Collecting the earth
From there, where burnt I her one day!
If I cannot, gardener, plant you some flower plants
So that the flowers may burst upon
That mound of Good Earth.
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