Bijay Kant Dubey Father Poems

Mother's love,
Father's, love,
Sister's love,
Brother's love,
...

His father had not been an Englishman,
Born in India,
One from Asia,
But he,
...

He will come smoking ganja
And will beat me,
He will come drinking
And will beat me
...

The father of a policeman thinking,
Why did I make my son a half-pants-man
As the police not of their own father?
How much blunt has he become?
...

Gentleman,
You do not say it,
God gives, God gives,
God hasn't asked,
...

Marwari businessman Midas, want I your daughter,
Good-looking and beautiful,
Talking the language of love,
But you of Kuber,
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Thou'rt my Father, Thou my Mother,
Who givest birth
And rearest,
Thou my Soul,
...

His father had not been an Englishman,
But he is calling himself,
Giving the pose of,
An Indian English poet not,
...

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.
...

You never try to popularize and promote yourself,
Never do a propaganda of you yourself,
If you have poetic merit and talent,
One day fame itself come to you
...

Where are you smiling toothlessly,
So simply, sinlessly
Without anything in your heart
So plainly,
...

The criminal's good father weeping
And repenting,
How could ti be,
How could it be, God,
...

Each and every year
The 2nd of October
Brings
To our memory
...

For wine,
Just for wine,
You drove,
Drove them away,
...

Can you say about the fanatic's father,
The fanatic's father is
Mr.Conservative
Nicknamed Mr.Orthodox
...

Father sad it to me
Whispering into the ears,
You be a poet of prem, love,
Visva-prem, world love,
...

Whispering into the ears silently,
The voice of father came it to me,
You be a Vishvakavi, World Poet
Of Visvamanava, World Man,
...

The father is conservative,
But the young daughter modern,
Age gap, generation gap,
The perspective of being old and new,
...

Out of the car,
The steering of it
During the midnight
When he returned from
...

Hearing the words of the defense minister
As a father of Agneevir of Survir thnik I,
Even I am not
As I used to hear during my school days in my house
...

I the old father
Getting out of the car
My drunk son
During the lonely night time.
...

But he is now calling himself
an officer
Sitting on a chair
He asking others to call him
...

I learnt the history
Of the USA
From my eldest brother
And of the USSR
...

When the son turns out the father
In his old age,
Where will he go,
Now say you
...

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
...

My father trained me in culture and manners,
Things hereditary and genealogical,
Asking me to keep a low profile.
...

Terrorist,
Terrorist,
Whose son are you,
Who your mother,
...

I am a don, I am a don,
Said He,
Putting the hands in his pocket
And saying in a heavy voice,
...

Mahatma Gandhi, the Father of the Nation,
The Saint of Sabarmati,
Singing with zest
Raghupati raghav raja ram patit pawan sita-ram,
...

Under the open skies,
With the moon shining over,
The stars twinkling up above,
I had been,
...

Just think, think you
About her,
Some loving father's daughter,
You destroy,
...

Fanatic father is Mr.Conservative
And Fanatic himself the father of Terrorist,
I mean the grand son of Mr.Conservative
Is Mr.Terrorist,
...

The criminal's father
Too a father
Whose pains know you not,
Can feel you not.
...

The father of the policeman
Thinking,
Why did he make
His son a half-pants-man
...

Thou are my Father,
My Father,
God-Father
One who hast made me,
...

On World Women's Day
Thought I of my
Mother and aunt,
So hard in duty
...

On International Mother Language Day,
Think I
If the mother's language is different from that of the father's,
The mother from a different linguistic group
...

I do not fear even my baap,
Indian rustic father,
But them
So much
...

She is also a loving daughter
Of her father,
The loving daughter of her affectionate daddy,
Do not,
...

One night I had been burning my father,
Lifting from the makeshift green bamboo bier,
Seating and bathing near the small stream water
On the river-bed
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Kisi ke baap ka Hindustan thodi hai,
Haan-haan, mere baap ka thodi hai
Aur aapke baap ki bhi thodi hai,
Hindustan sabo kaa hai, Rahat Indori Saheb,
...

O, see you, I have, have tunred into a literary journal editor,
O, I have become become!
'What, what, sir?
What have you, have you become? '
...

Old dad,
Indian dad,
An old-timer
Going not with the time,
...

Dilip Chitre's father returning home
As a daily passenger,
A commuter
Departing for in the morning
...

On Father's Day
Thought I of
Olden-age papa and new-age papa,
The gap in between
...

On Father's Day
Thought I not maternity leave,
But paternity leave too
And many happy to be relaxed
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One day I had been burning my father
By the river,
Making him bathe
And change the dhoti and the kurta
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His father had not been an officer,
But he is sitting as an officer on chair,
Refusing to sit on ground,
But he is the same man
...

Was not a gangster,
But life and its situations
Turned him
Into
...