Bijay Kant Dubey Girl Poems

A beautiful girl is
A beautiful poem, a beautiful short story, a beautiful play, a beautiful sketch,
A beautiful memoir, a beautiful narrative,
Beautiful beautiful,
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In sun and shower,
Under the golden sunshine
And the fair moonlight,
Grew she up,
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India's Poor Girl Child

Bharat Ki Garib Bitia Dukhon Mein mushkurate Hui
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Foreigner girl,
You do not,
Do not know it,
How much,
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An English girl, so beautiful and lovely,
Standing before,
Let me, let me see her,
A girl golden and glistening,
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A little-educated
That half-read girl,
Does she no house work,
But instead thinks herself
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A Japanese girl,
How beautiful is she!
A doll from Japan
And with her
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Save the girl child,
The poor girl child India,
Poor and underdeveloped,
Underdeveloped and neglected
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“My love, how are you, how are you?
Are you fine?
Are you happy, my love? ”,
Said she slowly in a voice of her own.
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An Indian girl wanting to look like a foreigner
Has cut her hair short
To be bobby-cut
And has browned the hair
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The girl child,
The poor girl child of India
Dwelling in villages
I write about.
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A smiling small girl
Like a flower of innocence
Opening,
The petals opening
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Under the moonlit nights I see you stealthily
To write my shayri and ghazal,
You my sad song,
You my lost love.
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A simple girl in a frock,
she came
And said to me lispingly,
With so much so affection and love,
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The girl is so beautiful
That fail I to forget her,
A beauty so lovely and harming
And so attractive.
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A portrait of a Punjabi girl,
Fairly tall,
Bold and daring
And adventurous,
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Is this modernity to see her dressed?
In a bikini and a lingerie,
Doing the catwalk,
Walking the ramp?
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Ukrainian girl,
You silence my silence,
My word and expression,
Your agony
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The girl trafficked
And sold to brothels,
Abused and exploited
From time to time,
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The poor girl-child of India
Describe and delineate I,
She taking stale food
And the left-overs
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A lover of a Muslim girl am I,
My name is,
I love her really,
Burqawalli,
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A girl who used to study in a labour school
And who used to graze sometimes,
I mean look after her herd,
But used to come up with the wild flowers
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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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Ek angrez ladki chahiye
Angrezi ke kavi banane ke liye,
Nahi chalega
Deshi ladaki ke shang.
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I saw an American girl
Exquisitely beautiful
To catch my dreams afire
And to take it to America
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I saw
A girl
Ravishingly beautiful
To capture the photo
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The dark daughter, what do you know about her,
The pains behind the smiles of hers,
Outwardly dark-complexioned,
But inwardly working and toilsome,
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Girl-child, are you born with a poor lot of yours,
The family taking you as a burden,
A debt,
Right from your birth,
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Save the poor girl child of India,
Do not sell them,
Save them, save them
From being the load of a patriarchal society,
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Thomas Hardy, the mayor of Casterbridge is none
But you,
Who married again at the age of seventy plus,
A girl younger than
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When I kissed a Muslim girl
On St.Valentine's Day,
There was an uproar all around,
Saudi Arabia asked, why did you,
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A modern city girl
Calling herself
A Sufiana Indian English poetess,
A Muslim Radha burning
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A black girl,
Half-educated and half-schooled,
She thinks herself
No less than
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A young girl
Who has done her M.Phil. just now
Too is turning into a poetess
Of Indian English poetry
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My love, may I name you Red Rose
As you yourself a rose,
Not less than,
A wonderful creation of God!
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A foreigner girl
Coming and approaching,
Approaching and going,
Passing off
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Foreigner girl,
Which shore dwell you,
Across the Pacific or the Atlantic?
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Hugging the girl
And embracing her
In delight,
Post you not the photo of hers,
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I saw the girl and fell in love
As such had been she
My love.
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A dream girl want I
To see the dreams of life together with,
Dream girl, dream girl,
A portrait of an artist,
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With the tents, poles and chairs,
came she
The artiste,
The fair girl,
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I just see you from far,
Mix with you not
As the community men
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A Santhal girl,
Young and beautiful,
Not so dark,
But with a good face-cutting,
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That girl in the crowds,
How much lonely and helpless,
Where is he going?
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A lover girl,
A lover girl girl
Just like you,
Just like you
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Mere sapno ki ladki,
Kab aayegi wo?

Mere sapno ki...
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