Bijay Kant Dubey May Poems

The fanatic's daughter,
Want I to marry,
Take to as my own
The fanatic's daughter.
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I have sucked the breast of a widow
Who lost her husband at the age of nine
And was unable to remember her husband
Who died of typhoid
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She may be dark, but is my lovely daughter,
Dark but affectionate,
Careful and loving,
How neglected is she,
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Am here today,
Tomorrow may not be,
This is my life,
Today am here,
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Domestic violence
Breaking out
As a fuss over a trifle,
Maladjustment, financial crisis,
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May the new,
new year
fill
your days
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The migrant labourers and workers
Their pity and worries and woes
Disturb me inwardly to
Think about them,
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The man
Sitting
On
A buffalo
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Whatever say you about him,
Chances are high
If luck favours
Who can but say
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One day I may
My biography,
May write,
But never will I
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I searched for life and meaning
In that indiscriminate firing,
Mindless shooting and shelling,
In the midst of all,
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I have heard that they have returned their awards, a number of them, so keeping it in view, if the Govt. of India re-deems it to be fit may award me even by giving the returned awards just as the medals take on the behalf of the absentee recipients, just as the readers get delighted after coming across the old, but valuable used books rarely to be found, centuries-old.

As a writer I too am not less than, but unrecognized and what I have many of the recipients do not have, and so be it, if the govt. considers, it may award the returned medals, not all, but one of these to me as the poor boy feeds upon the left-overs.
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It's 1st May,
Labour's Day,
O, gather you,
The workers and labourers
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On May Day
I trying to understand
The dignity of human labour.
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Demonetization may be good
For tracing
The rupees gone
In crores and lakhs,
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In search of black money,
The possibility is
There may be a financial load-shedding,
A monetary blackout,
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No, no to daru,
Excessive daru
Making you a debauch, a drunkard,
A daruman
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Burquawalli, may I take the liberty of asking you,
Why is Saudi Arabia so conservative,
Old and out-dated?
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What the poet says, you believe him not
As he is not he master of all,
Science and technology,
The poet, to me, is a great liar
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Today I am with you,
Tomorrow may not not be with
As who has seen the coming tomorrow?
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Who are you, sir? May I now your identity please?
Which region do you belong to?
What is that to you?
Dear sir, may I take the trouble of knowing
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