The Replica Of A Nautch Girl Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Replica Of A Nautch Girl

The nautch girl dancing in the courtyard of the king and the landlord
And the courtiers marking,
Enjoying and getting entertained,
Spending the night,
Returning late into the company of.

Somewhere dancing in the temple complex of the rock-built temples,
Ancient, magnificent and stupendous,
Rock-hewn, stone-chiselled,
Who the sculptors and the architects
Making them, sculpting and carving upon?

The devadasis as yogans decorating the temples in good faith and nobility,
Upkeeping the good traditions of classical dances,
Dancing before the deity
But can humans be in the pleasure of stone-gods,
Living in their company?

She may be a woman at work assisting the masons and architects
And the sculptors,
But can she live untouched from all this,
A lonely girl working under the open skies,
In the company of the workers.

I know it that the building will come up, yea, the terracotta temple
Or the rock-built temple,
But she will herself cease to exist,
Society will not let her
And losing her all, she herself will turn into a stone replica

Of the nautch girl dancing in the court of the king or the landlord
With the courtiers,
As a devadasi in the conspiring company of
The priests, palmists, astrologers and fortune-tellers,
Florists, night watchmen and other middle men.









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