Three Poems Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mother, Show Me, Show Me My Your Face, Bama Khepa!

Who is the man
In the dead of the night,
Calling,
Ma, ma,
Ma, show me your face,
Ma Tara!


O The Ghats of Benares, Say You About Telang Swami!

O Asi Ghat, Hanuman Ghat, Dashashwamedh Ghat,
Have you, have you seen the saint
Roaming the streets and your ghats,
Have you, have you him
Moving around the lanes and streets?



Just Then And Now

Now go they not for a warm handshake
Holding the hands warmly
In firm clasp,
Just shake it outwardly,
Nay inwardly
As have forgotten it
All courtesies and manners
What it was good in them.

Times have changed,
Men have changed
And so have their manners,
Now people like not to mix up with
Rather than being private and personal.