Said She, Why Does He Read So Much, Remain Lost In His Studies? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

'Why does he read so much,
Keep himself busy with,
Reading and writing and thinking,
Himself talking, himself whispering,
Does he have no time to tlak with me,
To see me,
Smile and laugh with me, '
The rustic maid thought it within,
Full of youth, love and blood.

Again thought she within,
'Why has he brought me,
Marrried and brought me
If had to read,
Read and write
Why did he bring me from,
Went to see,
Saw and liked,
Liked and loved me,
I shall not,
Shall not leave him? '

'I keep waiting for him
And he comes to naught,
Instead of remains lost in
His studies,
No time to talk to,
Smile with,
Only the ooks,
Is the book all?
Let the time come,
I slhall teach him
By pushing the books and papers
Into the earthern oven
And the story will finish it itself.'

Saying this, the rustic maid started weeping,
Weeping and flinging
The papers
Of the scholar,
Quarrelling with and gathering people
In the countryside home
And weeping,
Weeping and pushing into the earthen over,
Finally bringing an end to his scholarship.

The problem was,
'Why does he not smile on seeing me,
Why does he not talk with
Instead of keeping company of the books,
If had to, why did he marry
And bring me home? '

'Leave the books,
Your researches and paper-writing,
Love me.
Why does not smile
On marking me?
Are the books dear to him,
Not me? '