Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

Look, how beautiful am I,
I am a bobby-cut Indian English poetess,
A city-girl, a town-girl
Hi-fi and good-looking,
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My God, make me,
Make me the John Dryden, Alexander Pope of India,
The husband of the Burquawalli, the Ghumtawalli, the Purdahwalli Bibi,
My God, make me,
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A fashionista,
A socialite
Asked me to kiss her
To say it to her,
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Radha,
You are Radha,
Radha,
Radha, radha,
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The woman pleading
In the court
As a lawyer, an advocate,
A pleader
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A lonely woman,
How lonely
And alone!
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With the mobile phone set
And the wires plugged into
The ears,
The music director is passing,
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Drugs, drugs,
Heroin, brown sugar, cocaine,
Where are they going,
Say you,
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It's a golden dawnbreak,
The crow is crowing
Asking the late-keepers
To awake and arise from.
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Under the raat ki rani plant,
The woody and aromatic shrub
So romantically fragrant and perfumed
Want I,
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