Sculptures And Me Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Sculptures And Me



Under the starlit skies
I talking with the sculptures.

Who are you, yoga-yoginis,
Sevadasis and devadasis turned stone,
Nautch girls?

Under the mystical night thinking I mystically and mythically
All about the myths of life and love.

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