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Where That Classical Scholarship, Where That Classical Scholar? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where That Classical Scholarship, Where That Classical Scholar? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where that classical scholarship, where that classical scholar, Medieval, scholastic and pedantic, A golden era gone by?

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Do Not See Her In That Way by Bijay Kant Dubey

Do Not See Her In That Way by Bijay Kant Dubey

To see her in a lingerieAs a bikini babe, A beach girl, Is this our modernity and modern culture?

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After Loving Me, Will You Not Leave Me? , Asked She With Tears Into The Eyes Of Hers by Bijay Kant Dubey

After Loving Me, Will You Not Leave Me? , Asked She With Tears Into The Eyes Of Hers by Bijay Kant Dubey

After loving me, will you not leave me? , Asked she with tears into the eyes of hersAnd the teardrops falling offAnd she wiping out with her hands? Say, say you, asked she, ...

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My Mother by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Mother by Bijay Kant Dubey

When the words, my mother, come to the mouth, The eyes wet withAnd I remember, rememberHow my mother was!

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What Should I Call Her? by Bijay Kant Dubey

What Should I Call Her? by Bijay Kant Dubey

What should I, should I call her, Suryamukhi or Chandramukhi, Helianthus or Chrysanthemum, Sun-faced or Moon-faced, You say it to meAfter seeing her?

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How To Make Her Understand, A Lonely Girl Walking On The Lonely Ways Of Life? Where Will You Go With Tears Into The Eyes? by Bijay Kant Dubey

How To Make Her Understand, A Lonely Girl Walking On The Lonely Ways Of Life? Where Will You Go With Tears Into The Eyes? by Bijay Kant Dubey

With tears into the eyes of yours, Where will you go, my love, You a lonely girl? With depression, despondence and dejection, Where will you, my love? Those who have betrayed ...

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Love Her, Cheat Not, Is This That You Have Learnt? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Love Her, Cheat Not, Is This That You Have Learnt? by Bijay Kant Dubey

O, cheat you not, Fear it that there is God! And you can cheat manBut not God, who sees it all from there.God, save the poor soul, sick and ailing, The love-lorn, broken-hearted ...

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My Brother, You Forget Not Your Sister On The Eve Of The Raksha Bandhan by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Brother, You Forget Not Your Sister On The Eve Of The Raksha Bandhan by Bijay Kant Dubey

My dear brother, you forget not this sister, Sad for you today, on the eve of Raksha BandhanEven if you far away from her, Wherever you are, she wishing you for to be happyAnd ...

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Mother’s Love by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mother’s Love by Bijay Kant Dubey

I become sad when think I about my motherBut she is not.When I had mother, I could not the value of her, Now feel I very sad sometimes.Tears well up into the eyes and I remember ...

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I Am A Painter Of Her Lips by Bijay Kant Dubey

I Am A Painter Of Her Lips by Bijay Kant Dubey

I am a painter of her lips, Red-red, pink-pink, Looking lovely.Her red and lovely lips, Pink-coloured and beautiful.

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Where Do You Keep Standing And Waiting? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where Do You Keep Standing And Waiting? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where are you my loveSinging the songs of love, Where are you my loveHumming and whistling? Your song the song of heart, Your song the song of love, But never, never be sad.

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They Say It That There Is Nothing In India by Bijay Kant Dubey

They Say It That There Is Nothing In India by Bijay Kant Dubey

They say it there is nothing as memorable in IndiaBarring poverty, underdevelopment, hunger and illiteracy, Fatatlism, superstition, inaction and blind faithBut the centuries ...

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The Good Reader, I Find Him Not, Where Is He? by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Good Reader, I Find Him Not, Where Is He? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Now-a-days it is difficult to find a good readerWho can admire and appreciate the real worth of readingAnd this too has got the worth of its ownWhich they understand it ...

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The Girl Whom Met I At The Shopping Complex, I Am Making A Photo Of Hers Exactly So With A Fine Face-Cutting And The Wide-Wide Eyes by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Girl Whom Met I At The Shopping Complex, I Am Making A Photo Of Hers Exactly So With A Fine Face-Cutting And The Wide-Wide Eyes by Bijay Kant Dubey

She had been in a hurry, I too had been in a hurry, Just saw her, saw her passing throughA girl never seen before, Never will be like, I mean the models, Failing the heroinesSaw ...

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Only For You, Where Have They? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Only For You, Where Have They? by Bijay Kant Dubey

When I remember you, tears come to my eyesAnd I break down in the middle, Failing to sing the songOf love, Full of betrayal, misunderstanding and infidelity.Again wipe I out the ...

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The Asthi-Kaslasha, But The Mother Is Not, Where Has She Gone Away? by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Asthi-Kaslasha, But The Mother Is Not, Where Has She Gone Away? by Bijay Kant Dubey

The asthi-kalasha is, but the mother not, Where has she gone away? Yesterday had been she here, but not today, Where, where has she gone away? Opening the door this lonely ...

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You Take The Pindas, Mother by Bijay Kant Dubey

You Take The Pindas, Mother by Bijay Kant Dubey

Tears are in the eyes, Memories still freshBut the pindas being givenAs for the bereaved soul.

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She Came To Me, I Went To Her by Bijay Kant Dubey

She Came To Me, I Went To Her by Bijay Kant Dubey

Just said I, I love you, She said to me, I love youAnd leaving our homes, We kept gazing at, smiling, waving the handsAnd greetingAnd gesturing.Is this called love, Love and its ...

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Where Is Mythical And Golden Brindaban, Old Mother? You Go Not There, Who Will See You In Your Old Age? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where Is Mythical And Golden Brindaban, Old Mother? You Go Not There, Who Will See You In Your Old Age? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where is Brindabana, Krishna's Brindabana, Golden and mythical, Of the ancient times, As Lord Krishna swings He notUnder the kadamba tree, Near the Yamuna river? Old mother, you ...

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Ambulane-Driver, Where Are You Taking Me Away? My Time Has Come It, My Tears None To Wipe Them Out, Not Even God by Bijay Kant Dubey

Ambulane-Driver, Where Are You Taking Me Away? My Time Has Come It, My Tears None To Wipe Them Out, Not Even God by Bijay Kant Dubey

O ambulance driver, where are you taking me away, To which hospital, Say you? To whose hospital, God's or Yamma's, Where are you taking me away? I can hear the beacon light ...

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A Small Poem Where The Title Too Is A Part Of The Body Of The Poem(An Experimantation In Stylistics) by Bijay Kant Dubey

A Small Poem Where The Title Too Is A Part Of The Body Of The Poem(An Experimantation In Stylistics) by Bijay Kant Dubey

The world has changedBut my communist clerk will not change.- -The Bargain For Power, The Lust For Power, The Greed For PowerAnd The Transfer of Power

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The Chandal And The Karta, O, It Is My Mother’s Asthi-Kalasha (Urn) , Let It Hang By The Peepul Tree by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Chandal And The Karta, O, It Is My Mother’s Asthi-Kalasha (Urn) , Let It Hang By The Peepul Tree by Bijay Kant Dubey

Chandal(Comes he wrapped over a woollen blanket and a thick lathi in his hand And followed by a dog) : Whose, whose kalasha is this? Whose asthi-kalasha hanging by the tree? ...

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All Calling Themselves Poets Here, God, Save Me From Indian English Poets And Poetesses! I Mean The Duplicate Writers! by Bijay Kant Dubey

All Calling Themselves Poets Here, God, Save Me From Indian English Poets And Poetesses! I Mean The Duplicate Writers! by Bijay Kant Dubey

O, gentleman what do you think yourself? Said he in rsponse to my question, Wordsworth.Hey, you WordsworthThen where are your friends, I mean Shelley, Coleridge and Keats! You, ...

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When Came I Here by Bijay Kant Dubey

When Came I Here by Bijay Kant Dubey

When came I, had nothingAnd when shall I go, I shall be with nothing.Nothing came I with and nothing shall I go withAnd nothing there in my life.

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From Modernism To Modernistic-Ness To Post-Modernism To Where? by Bijay Kant Dubey

From Modernism To Modernistic-Ness To Post-Modernism To Where? by Bijay Kant Dubey

As a modern, I mean modnHated I the village life and scenery, Liked I the town life and living, Sung I the love songs on the waysBut felt I disgusted with, My hair turned it ...

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Oh, This Disease Of Love Not Good For The World! Why Not To Se Her As A Family Member? Is There Not The Mother, The Sister At Home? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Oh, This Disease Of Love Not Good For The World! Why Not To Se Her As A Family Member? Is There Not The Mother, The Sister At Home? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Love, love, loveWhat is it in love? All the time after the girl not good for the world.The malaria of love not good at all.Try to love her selflessly too.Take her to be your own ...

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Friends From Bombay/ Smokers On The Way To Bombay To Be Heroes by Bijay Kant Dubey

Friends From Bombay/ Smokers On The Way To Bombay To Be Heroes by Bijay Kant Dubey

Two smokers going, hand in hand, glove in glove, Taking the cigarettes, Opening the lighter, LightingThe cigar held in between fingersAnd taking into the mouthAnd moving.Another ...

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Betraying Her, You Haven’T Her, But Your Own Good Luck, Betray Not The Heart Which Loves, Never, Never It by Bijay Kant Dubey

Betraying Her, You Haven’T Her, But Your Own Good Luck, Betray Not The Heart Which Loves, Never, Never It by Bijay Kant Dubey

You wipe out the tears, my love, God sees it all, Believe Him, Spoil not yourself.

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The Kingfisher Calling by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Kingfisher Calling by Bijay Kant Dubey

It's a fine morningAnd cloudy too, The kingfisher perched on a tree branchAdjacent to the pondIs calling continuously, Singing the song of the cloudy weatherAnd the monsoon to ...

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God, Help The Poor Heart, O Jesu, Benevolent Jesu! , Jesus Christ! Help The Broken-Hearted Girl! , Take Care, Care Of Her, As She Is Poor And Ailing, God, Help Her, Help Her by Bijay Kant Dubey

God, Help The Poor Heart, O Jesu, Benevolent Jesu! , Jesus Christ! Help The Broken-Hearted Girl! , Take Care, Care Of Her, As She Is Poor And Ailing, God, Help Her, Help Her by Bijay Kant Dubey

Save her, save her, my Lord, Lord Jesus, my love, A poor and simple girl like her, Save the humble girl, my Lord.Betrayed and cheated stands she on the way, At the crossroad of ...

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The Barrenland, Intensive Heat Falling In And There Is No Respite From by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Barrenland, Intensive Heat Falling In And There Is No Respite From by Bijay Kant Dubey

The barrenland, only cactuses are raised there, The palm trees giving no shade, Intensive heat is fallingAnd there is no respite from this summerIn ruffle, When the winds keep ...

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Let Me Say, Let Me Say, Let Me Finish, Let Me Finish, One Saying After Another To Say The Things Of Their Own, As To How To Present First? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Let Me Say, Let Me Say, Let Me Finish, Let Me Finish, One Saying After Another To Say The Things Of Their Own, As To How To Present First? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Let me say, said he first, Again, said he secondly the other person, I mean the second person, let say, Let me say, said he, the first person, again hearing it, he, the second ...

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There Was A Time When We Used To Hear The Roar Of The Tiger In Our Hamlets And Thorps by Bijay Kant Dubey

There Was A Time When We Used To Hear The Roar Of The Tiger In Our Hamlets And Thorps by Bijay Kant Dubey

There was a timeWhen the lions and tigers used to roar in the hillsAnd we used to hear from the hamlets, Thinking about the distant growl and roarBut now the forests brereft of, ...

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The Song Of The Kingfisher by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Song Of The Kingfisher by Bijay Kant Dubey

The song of the kingfisher hear Isinging from the top of the tress, Perched on the high twigs and boughsAnd singing from there, The song of life, the zest of living.The bird ...

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Take Daru And Call Yourself A Hero If Not Of The Bombay Theatre Then Of The Local Theatre by Bijay Kant Dubey

Take Daru And Call Yourself A Hero If Not Of The Bombay Theatre Then Of The Local Theatre by Bijay Kant Dubey

Spend a bit and get intoxicated too much, Low budget, but too much intoxicationAnd without taking it, you cannot play the roleOf a hero, I mean an Indian heroFirst class wine ...

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They Are Gathering To Celebrate April Fool’s Day by Bijay Kant Dubey

They Are Gathering To Celebrate April Fool’s Day by Bijay Kant Dubey

The fools are gathering to celebrateApril Fool’s Day, The whole world a study in foolery, Men are but fools, You a fool, I a fool, She a fool, he a fool, They are, we are, All ...

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The Strict Teacher And The Bad Boy: A Lesson In Discipline by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Strict Teacher And The Bad Boy: A Lesson In Discipline by Bijay Kant Dubey

Guruji, beat me notAnd the strict disciplinarian teacher beating, Tight and tough old-timer teacherWith a cane into the handsGiving the commands and ordersLike some military ...

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My Turn To Be A Hero, A Film Artiste, A Cine Star by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Turn To Be A Hero, A Film Artiste, A Cine Star by Bijay Kant Dubey

I too want to be a hero as no less than a hero look I, You just give me a pair of sunglasses, Yea, I mean the dark glassesOr the photo-chromatic lensesWith the stylistic golden ...

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Mother’s Love, Father’s Love, Sister’s Love, Brother’s Love And The Old House by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mother’s Love, Father’s Love, Sister’s Love, Brother’s Love And The Old House by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mother's love, Father's, love, Sister's love, Brother's love, Remember and reminisce IFar from them, Where that old house, Where those faces? Perhaps none is therein, Only a ...

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The Hero by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Hero by Bijay Kant Dubey

In the mirror everyone looks to be a hero or a heroineBut in reality is not, As the hero is not a hero and the heroine not a heroine, Neither a cine star nor an artisteBut a boy ...

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Mother, My Mother, Good Mother, Mother, In Your Memory (Forgotten Love) by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mother, My Mother, Good Mother, Mother, In Your Memory (Forgotten Love) by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mother, my mother, good mother, I just remember youAs have turned into a photoLeaving me here.Forgotten love, The eyes tearful, Oh, with a very painful heart, I remember mother, ...

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On Mother’s Day by Bijay Kant Dubey

On Mother’s Day by Bijay Kant Dubey

On mother's dayI thinking of the asthi-kalashaHanging by one midnightAnd the deign of the pinda-dana.Oh, my mother has returnedTo the five elementsShe was composed of! Mother, ...

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Her English Is Stormy, British And Accented Well, My English Not So Good, Frankly Speaking, I Cannot Like Copycat Convent School Educated, Even Failing Original Speakers by Bijay Kant Dubey

Her English Is Stormy, British And Accented Well, My English Not So Good, Frankly Speaking, I Cannot Like Copycat Convent School Educated, Even Failing Original Speakers by Bijay Kant Dubey

My English is very poor, Frankly speaking, I am weak inSpeakingand even though speak I, pronounce IAs an Indian, A Hindiman, A Hindustani, Not PakistaniWhich came to later on, ...

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The Shepherd With The Flock Of Sheep by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Shepherd With The Flock Of Sheep by Bijay Kant Dubey

It as an occasion to see the conventional shepherdComing from the distant northWith a huge flock of sheep, The white-white and soiled sheepGrazing and grazingIn search of ...

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My Mother, I Find Her Not, O God! by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Mother, I Find Her Not, O God! by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mother, mother, my mother, My lovely mother, My simple mother.Mother, mother, Where are you? O moon, sun and stars, Tell you about my mother, Where is my mother? O God, tell ...

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His Father Had Not Been An English Man, But The Son Speaks He Tongue-Twister’s English, A Walking Dictionary Not, But A Phonetician by Bijay Kant Dubey

His Father Had Not Been An English Man, But The Son Speaks He Tongue-Twister’s English, A Walking Dictionary Not, But A Phonetician by Bijay Kant Dubey

His father had not been an Englishman, Born in India, One from Asia, But he, What to say about himAnd his alien tongue, Going with a click? His father had not been an ...

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Dreamgirl, Where Do You Come From? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Dreamgirl, Where Do You Come From? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Dreamgirl, where do you come fromAnd where do you go away? Dreamgirl, dreamgirl, Some lyric-writer's lyric are youHumming on the lips, Dreamgirl, dreamgirl, Where do you come ...

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What It Is In Her? Try To Love Her, The Daughter Of A Fanatic by Bijay Kant Dubey

What It Is In Her? Try To Love Her, The Daughter Of A Fanatic by Bijay Kant Dubey

The daughter of a fanatic, Have you thought ofAs your love? The daughter of a fanatic, Have you chosen forAs your love? A highly conservative girlFrom a highly conservative ...

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The Small Sister Waiting For The Brother To Tie A Rakhi On The Wrist Of Her Brother by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Small Sister Waiting For The Brother To Tie A Rakhi On The Wrist Of Her Brother by Bijay Kant Dubey

A small sister waiting, Waiting for the brother to come homeAnd to tie a colourful wrist bandOn the hand of the brother, Whose arrival is awaitedSo much so earnestly.The brother ...

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Stealing My Heart, Where Has She Gone Away? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Stealing My Heart, Where Has She Gone Away? by Bijay Kant Dubey

Stealing my heart, giving pains to, Leaving me bleeding, With the gushing wounds of loveAnd that too without nursing And bandaging the wounds, Where has she gone awayStealing my ...

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