Bijay Kant Dubey Son Poems

His father had not been an Englishman,
Born in India,
One from Asia,
But he,
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Maya my wife,
Maya my son, my daughter,
Maya my life, my world,
Maya my house.
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He will come smoking ganja
And will beat me,
He will come drinking
And will beat me
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Be sure of it, mama,
I’ll send you to the old age home
As who look after you,
Nurse you,
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O policeman, beat you not the other man's son,
If you've to,
Beat you your own son
And having beaten him, you will feel it
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Yadi aapka ladka daru pita hai
To aap kya karengi?
Pita hai to pine dijiye,
Marta hai to marne dijiye,
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If your son is a bad,
What to do,
Say you?
If he is bad,
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My son
I know it
Who will not look after me
In my old age
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If your son isnot a good boy,
What it to be done
If your son is not good,
But a bad boy,
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If your son listens to you not,
If your son,
Son
Listens to,
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Be sure of it,
All cannot be good
And so what,
If your son turns into a bad boy?
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If your son takes to not your words
Then what to be done
If he wants to go it alone
As the path of life not for going together with,
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If your son is a smoker,
Has taken to smoking
And hears he not,
What can you
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If your son has taken to drinking
And has turned into a drinker
Then be sure of it
Everything will finish it
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If your son is a goon
Criminal-like
Rough and tough,
Rude and naughty
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If your son is a bad boy,
Not a good boy,
But a bad boy,
A very bad boy,
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My ganjeri son,
Where lie you
Smoking,
Piping in
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My son, you try to be a good boy
And if you are good,
The world is yours,
Yours,
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With a counter,
A chamber and an ante-chamber for note counting,
He the Acharya's, Indian astrologer,
Horoscope-makers' son
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Why do they keep saying
The older men and women,
The menfolk and womenfolk
Praying as thus,
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Meraa daru-pinewalla beta,
Tum kahan ho, tum kahan ho,
Mera beta?
Piyo, magar kam piyo,
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I know it well
He will not let me
Live in the house,
He will surely turn me out
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My drinker son,
Where are you
Lying fallen?
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If he is after wine,
What to say?
What can a father do
If his son takes to not
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I could not believe,
Believe it
That,
That my son,
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With my drunkard son,
How to pass my time,
My God
With my drunkard son
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My son
In my old age
Will not be
Attending
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My son
Who cannot be called good
Will one day
Turn me out
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My son not my own
Which but I am not sure of it
Whether he will foo to me
In my old age
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A villain got he the awards for his acting,
But turned he my son into a real villain,
A villain he scaling the heights of fame,
But my son a rambler, a loafer, a goon
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The fanatic's son will remain a fanatic,
Cannot be a liberal
Which but I am sure of
Whether you are or are not,
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Terrorist, whose son are you,
Who the parents of yours,
Where do you come from,
I mean the place you hail from,
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If your son turns into a bad boy,
What to be done with,
Which but the judge cannot feel it
The pains of some other father
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Whoever punishes, judges on the basis
Of chastity or purity,
Chaste or unchaste character
Is but mistaken
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On the teachers' day,
I repenting
For having not taught
My son
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My father had been a telephone man,
Now I a mobile man
Doing hello-hello
Mounting a telephone pole
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If your son turns into a bad boy, how will you take it
If if your son turns into a bad boy,
A spoilt child,
How will you take to it
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Villain Sir,
Touch I your feet,
Hold I your boots to say,
Do you your cinematic roles
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The villain of the theatre,
Make you not
My son
Turn into
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My piyakkad,
Badmash
Daru-pineiwalla,
Goonda boy
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Be sure of it, mama,
My dear mom, mummy,
I shall send you,
Send you to the old man home
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The poet is calling himself a scholar
Keeping his son a fool,
Walking erect,
Strutting and walking on tip-toe
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My son, your dad is not your dad,
Just a dad for sometime more,
A statue of dust and clay am I
To disintegrate finally.
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Ma, ma, ma, your son
They have turned into an addict,
Ma, ma, ma, your son,
They have tunred into an addict
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Mr.Fanatic,
Is your son Mr.Terrorist?

And it is none
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Papa says that the son will make a name,
But the destination of his
None but the pap's lovely one knows it,
How spoilt has he become
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Villain Sir,
Touch I your feet,
Hold I your boots to say,
Do you your cinematic roles
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Suppose your son turns into a bad boy,
What will you do then,
Will you curse your fate
Or call a sin of your previous life?
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Where does your son go to?
Maybe he smoking ganja,
Maybe taking he drugs,
Maybe at the ale-house!
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