Bijay Kant Dubey Song Poems

In a very sweet and sonorous voice, sing you, say you,
Said she the girl in a golden and nasal sound of her own,

Do you love me? Do you love me?
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In sun and shower,
Under the golden sunshine
And the fair moonlight,
Grew she up,
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A singer of heart
Of love and joy
Setting words to music,
Giving music to words
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The song of love whistle I, sing I
Whenever see I, remember I,
You coming to as
The song of love
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Your God-gifted face,
Golden hair,
Glistening face,
Lustrous eyes,
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The song of love sing I,
The song of love.

The song of love whistle I,
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Sing I the song of love,
Love me, love you.

Sing I the song of love,
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They say it,
You are for a few days,
Let me see in full
Before you go away.
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The folk artistes in coarse but beautiful
Conventional clothes,
Leather and woollen hilly costumes
Dancing and singing
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Your love song,
Love song,
Which, which came I,
I to hear it,
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Bob Dylan
With the guitar
Singing the songs
Of America.
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Where, where is my gipsy, gipsy wife, gipsy, gipsy wife, gipsy, gipsy love, where, where is my gipsy wife, gipsy, gipsy love, dancing,
dancing and playing, playing and singing, signing the song, song of her heart and soul, heart and soul? Where is, where is my gipsy, gipsy, gipsy wife singing, singing? Singing the song of life, life, life, my gipsy wife, and wife? And where, where the gipsy heart taking me, taking me to land, land of gipsies, gipsies?

Where, where is my gipsy, gipsy wife, gipsy, gipsy wife, gipsy, gipsy love, where, where is my gipsy wife, gipsy, gipsy love, dancing,
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It is a song of heart; it is a song of love,
It is a song of love and heat, heart and love
With the melody taking far
To reminiscence and recollection
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Whose is the tune the song opens with?
The song touches the heart, the music touches it the heart.
It is a song of love, the pain of melody.
It is love that calls, it is love that departs, the remnants remain it here, the residues of meaning, love and search.
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With America,
America
In your
Mind,
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Black American,
Black, black American,
Black, black America,
The rappers rapping,
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Song of America,
Want I to sing,
Song of America
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The song of poetry,
The song of life,
Changing times,
Nuances of the language,
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Who are you,
Who are you,
Dylan,
A guitarist
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A singer folksy
In the hat,
Fumbling and mumbling,
Drunken and with a cigar
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O, heart
is always romantic,
romantic
and colourful,
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Saudi maidens,
taking liberties
with customs and conventions
dare you sometimes
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Bob Dylan,
in you, see I
a legacy and tradition
of music and song
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The song of America
Hear I
Through you
Allen Ginsberg
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Your song hum I,
hum I
wherever go I,
going and humming,
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Is song-writing poetry
And the song-writer a poet,
Setting poems to music and word
As per sound scheme and letters lilting?
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I but see you strumming the guitar
And nothing else,
But your guitar,
You standing in a pose and posture
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Bob, your song is one
Of America, Americanness and Americanism,
American time-spirit,
Thought-process,
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My Tusu,
Where lie You,
O, Tusu,
My Tusu,
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Your love-song hum I
Wherever go I,
Flitting like a butterfly
From flower to flower
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My love, where are you
whistling
a song,
my love,
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I sing,
I sing
Your song,
Your song, my love,
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I am at the door thinking about you,
When will,
Will you come, my love,
I am waiting for you,
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Say You (A Duet Song)

(Male Singer)
Say you,
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Radha, Radha, Radha, you are my life, Radha,
Radha, Radha, Radha,
You are my life, Radha,
How to live without you,
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Karmayogin,
Your karma is dharma
As you sow so you reap,
Your dharma your karma,
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Your love-song
Hum I on the lips,
Your love-song.
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You are,
You are the sad song
Of my life,
You are,
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Singer of heart,
Go you singing
The songs!
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I had not been a song-writer, but when saw I
For the first time,
At the first glance of yours,
Turned I into a song-writer
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Against the backdrop of a beautiful evening,
Who's the maiden,
Stranger and solitary,
Singing the song,
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Lal Bahadur Shastri's Jai jawan, jai kisan
Is not my song,
But peace and amity with all
Be it with the enemy
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When feel I for you, sing I the songs,
The songs of my heart,
My love,
When feel I for you, sing I the songs
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Who's the girl singing a song
And the wind carrying the sweetness of the golden voice,
Whistling and humming,
Singing very nasally,
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The song of love sing I sadly and happily
Remembering them
Who made me grow up,
I search them, search them
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She was sobbing and sighing, sobbing and sighing for sometime
Without any break
And the tears had been falling down, falling down
From that innocent girl,
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A poet of the freedom of speech and expression
Am I,
As sing I of liberty.
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I shall not stay here
But my songs will
And you will come to mark
My sadness and fine mood writ over,
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The song of the kingfisher hear I singing from the top of the tress,
Perched on the high twigs and boughs
And singing from there,
The song of life, the zest of living.
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But who has at least striven to know,
What it is that ails her,
Marauds her poor self
Of the dark daughter,
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