Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Many a time tried I, but it did not come
To my turn,
Neither did you give it to me
Nor could I myself,
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The girl of the sweet dreams,
My dreamgirl, your dreamgirl,
Coming into the dreams,
Visiting us often,
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The Americas that I do not know,
Not the States,
North America,
But Latin America,
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O Allah, Khuda,
My God,
What is it happening
In the name of religion and governance,
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Frankly speaking, I could not resist my temptation
of looking the foreigner girl,
as the blonde was was beautiful, so beautiful
that the words fail to describe
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With the foreigner girl, my heart too went away
To foreign
With the outlandish, visitor foreigner girl
And I went on following her the day she landed, air dashed,
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At the airport
I kissed her,
She kissed me.
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I smile on seeing the Indian professors
Teaching English
As like I not them
And their native teaching,
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If you hear to him
Delivering,
It will seem to
He is not in English,
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I do not know about modern taste and temperament,
But in reality
They are not poets and poetesses,
But the shallow and hollow modern urban men
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