Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

God, God, save me, save me
From the mad people,
Pseudo-scholars and critics
Maddening it all,
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The cinema halls
With the walkies-talkie photos
Of coloured and painted men and women
Depicted as heroes and heroines
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Modern day mom
Breast-feed you please,
Not bottle-feed you.
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What is he, I understand it not,
A modernist, post-modernist or avant-gardeist,
A poet of Allahabad,
But one dislocated and displaced definitely
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I saw the girls coming to
And singing the songs of Tusu,
The small-small girls
With the statue of Goddess Tusu
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Thomas Hardy,
Are you a pessimist
Or a fatalist,
A drunkard
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Snowy caps of the mountains
With the snowfall,
Mist and fog,
The gusty winds blowing hard
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What an English is it
That I am hearing it today,
Facebookian,
Twitterian
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