Bijay Kant Dubey Daughter Poems

The Dark Daughter
The dark daughter, dark not, but beautiful,
Call her not dark,
As she dark not, my dark daughter,
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Meri beti,
Bahut cchoti beti,
Tujhe kaise batun
Ki duniya badi berahami aur jalim hain?
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In sun and shower,
Under the golden sunshine
And the fair moonlight,
Grew she up,
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My daughter, small daughter, the blossom of my heart,
A girl who has not seen the world,
Understood it in full
Conspiring against purity, innocence and simplicity.
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My daughter,
Little daughter,
You do not,
Do not know,
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My daughter the daughter of maya,
My daughter my maya
And my maya my daughter,
My small daughter.
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The daughter of a fanatic,
Have you thought of
As your love?
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Maya my wife,
Maya my son, my daughter,
Maya my life, my world,
Maya my house.
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Poor India's poor daughter
Going to read
In a poor school,
A girl from the hamlet
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The dark daughter
Dark you, dark the world,
Dark the Creation,
Where to go?
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Meri bei Ko Dekh Lene To Dijiye Jaraa

Meri beti ko dekh lene to dijiye jaraa,
Kahin wo mujhshe dur naa chalin jaye.
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Do not be sad,
Try to learn to smile from the flowers;
Do not be sad, my daughter.
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A Bihari fool,
Dressed in clumsy white dhoti and kurta,
With a tikki,
A clamp of hair
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The fanatic's daughter,
Want I to marry,
Take to as my own
The fanatic's daughter.
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The poor gypsy girl living on the market places
Call it poorly or madly
On the platforms and bus-stands
All alone,
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Dark Daughter, in making the statues of yours,
In sculpting you,
Drawing sculptures and figurines,
You ask the Divine Deity
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My daughter,
small daughter,
how to save you
from heat and dust?
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Save,
Save the daughter,
The poor daughter of India,
The UNESCO's poor girl child,
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Marwari businessman Midas, want I your daughter,
Good-looking and beautiful,
Talking the language of love,
But you of Kuber,
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She is also the daughter of some loving father,
Do not call her a whore,
A daughter like that of mine,
A daughter like that of yours.
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Nagaraja’s daughter,
I mean Nagaraja and Nagin’s daughter,
Miss Cobra Princess,
Nagakanya have I married,
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The poor daughter of India, think I, about
My own daughter,
The poor daughter of India
Lying neglected and ignored
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Kill not your daughter for honour,
will weep you
After having killed
The innocent daughter.
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Nagaraja, I mean King Cobra's daughter
Nagaknaya, Cobra Daughter,
I mean Cobra Princess
Is my beloved.
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With vermilion
put into the parting line
of the hair,
the small daughter
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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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They forgot it that she too is a daughter of someone,
Now away from her home,
Taking to the route of life,
Reaching where finally?
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The daughter of a fanatic want I to choose for myself
The daughter of a fanatic
Want I to choose for myself
As my beloved,
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My daughter only daughter,
Simple and lovely,
Moving alone
On the path of life and the world,
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Iraqi daughter, this is your time to go to school,
To play under the open skies,
Roam under the open air,
But they forcing you to stay indoors,
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Just think, think you
About her,
Some loving father's daughter,
You destroy,
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Honour killing, what will you get killing your daughter
So sweet and lovely,
A son of a woman
You killing a woman,
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Devadasi, you too the daughter
Of some parents,
Who brought you here,
Whose whispers and plots
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The fanatic's daughter,
Love I, like I,
Have I chosen for myself.
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The dark daughter
Sculpted on the walls
Of the terracotta temples
Depict and delineate I
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Why did you smile on seeing my daughter? ,
The blunt village questioning
The boy
With a lathi into the hands of his
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The small daughter's innocence read I,
Read and mark I her ignorance,
The guileless heart of her.
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Under the pretext of going to college, they used to move out
To the cineama hall
Enjoying the matinee show
And the guardians taking it for
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My little daughter, this is India,
You wipe out your tears,
There is none to see it.
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The poor daughter of India
I see her sweeping the floor of the courtyard at daybreak
Into the hamlet homes,
Throwing the ashes from the earthen oven
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