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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I am a man,
I need your sympathy, your affection
The most,
Nothing else
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The poets are coming,
Let me hide behind
To escape them,
The literati,
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The dark daughter
Dark you, dark the world,
Dark the Creation,
Where to go?
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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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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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Chriwallah, Churiwallah,
Churi, churi,
Glass bangles, glass bangles,
Take you, take you
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