poet Bijay Kant Dubey

Bijay Kant Dubey

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Waste Land

Into the waste land
Barren and burning
Where the sun is so hot,
No respite from heat and dust,
How to seek, seek for refuge and shelter
Into the waste land
With the sun shining hot,
Trees left as dry tufts
Lifeless and stumped,
Where there lie in the heaps
Of skeleton bones,

Man turned to skeletones
And animals dying
Unable to stagger,
How to view, view
The landscape
Without the rains, rains
And water, water,
Heat and dust ruffling it all,
Heat, heat singing it all,
Burning, burning
And the cry for water, water
Doing the rounds,
My Lord, when will it rain,
Looking up to the clouds
In a prayerful tone?

Topic(s) of this poem: art

Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 15, 2018

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  • Nudershada CabanesNudershada Cabanes (4/15/2018 5:56:00 AM)

    A powerful poem that captures the fury of the sun when it blazes so hot burning trees and leabes and drying the ground.10

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  • Kostas LagosKostas Lagos (4/15/2018 5:09:00 AM)

    Exceptional poem! Superb writting!

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