Bijay Kant Dubey
The Girl In The Jeans Pants With A Mobile Heralding The Modern Age - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
The girl in the jeans pants and the T-shirt and the mobile into the hands
Speaking to someone smilingly,
Who is this girl,
Looking so cute and remarkably beautiful?
Has the modern age come really
That she bowling out the modern men
As well as the villagerly elders
Who holding a closed-door not, a gathering-meeting
As what to do with the jeans-pants-maiden?
A girl of the town, the small town not, the city not, the metropolitan city
The jeans-pants-wearing maid,
And smiling over the phone handset,
Speaking to somebody else
Or just for show, I do not know.
I am not sure of her ringing so many calls and receiving too,
Who the unknown caller and who the receiver,
What the interest of his,
But why to be envious of her modernity and use of use of technology,
She is wearing and let her,
Why to poke into others’ matters, private and personal?
When she would have been in India for the first time,
The Indians would have seen them with so much awe and astonishment,
Had they power, they would have waged a war
Together with bigots, conservatives, fanatics and zealots
Against the jeans-pants-wearing maids.
The rustics ogling the jeans-pants-wearing girls,
Why they are here,
Importing town-culture, city-culture,
Urban-culture of discotheques,
Disco dance, break dance, rock ‘n roll and jazz,
Which the rustics will see going to towns,
But will not reveal it to be transparent in character.
On seeing them, our girls too will seek to be modern and townsmanly,
Frank and free, uninhibited in their restriction,
The indoor ladies should stay in,
Should not cross over the door-step,
One rotten egg will rot others.
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