Poems For Your Reading Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Ganja

They are smoking ganja
From a clay pipe
Or killing themselves slowly?

Friends for ganja.

Puri

The temple
With the bizarre wooden
Idols
Of Jagannathg, Balabhadra and Subhadra
Looking beautifully.

The Barber

Indian barber,
I have seen him
Shaving and cutting for long,
The same poor fellow
Who could not be rich.

Konark

TheChariot Wheel
Carved out of stone
Is strangely designed
To give it the look of.

A replica.


Amphan

Amphan came
And went away
Swirling and uprooting
Trees and it all,
Whatever came its way
With the wind velocity so high
It making the landfall
And taking the route to
Pass by
With the rains lashing,
Winds gusting,
Blowing away.