Bijay Kant Dubey House Poems

Mother's love,
Father's, love,
Sister's love,
Brother's love,
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The house does not remain a house
If there is none therein
To see you,
Greet you
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Your red terror the people
Have not forgotten it,
How good were you
And was your party,
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They say it this is his house, their house,
But my house I have been not able to locate it
As and when took I to the roads,
Where is my house?
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A house when it is with
Is a house,
When not,
Is not a house.
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In a tiled house I used to liver at Grant Estate Para, Dumka,
Broken and dilapidated,
By the bel trees
The house used to be
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On the Twiter want I to tweet,
But all the sparrows have flown away
And their twitters hear I them not.
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The drunkard is all alone in the house,
The son has left him,
The daughter has,
The wife has
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Poetry House,
Isn't it your house
A poetry house
Or maybe it brought out
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I am not sure of if my poems will last
In a hostile house
Where they go on capturing rooms
And neglecting my books
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They too know it that it is a poet’s house,
I mean them,
The frogs, lizards, bats, owls, pythons, jackals, wild cats, orioles,
Hedgehogs, water birds,
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Who is the man seated on a black buffalo, going to the assembly house,
Who the man going to,
Fluting a folk song?

You do not know him, do not know him, I shall tell you,
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Where the coffee-house and its addas,
Where the coffee-house
And the sipping of that cup of coffee
And the eve-time gatherings
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I do not know where is it,
which is whose,
You say it please?
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The house starts dilapidating,
Totters and falls it
When the cracks start raking it,
Fissures and frictions
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Washing my son's,
The sins of Sagar sons,
How to do penance,
Penance for ancestral sins,
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In The Morgue

I trying to recognize
My own dead boy.
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They say
My house is there
But my heart says it to me
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Traveller

Is man a traveller?
Is to come and go
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The house is a house
If all are with,
The house not a house
If all are not.
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Dilip Chitre's house
Under the banyan tree
And he thinking about
Before being shifted to
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What is golden in it
I don't see it,
It is about the amassing of
Unfathomable wealth,
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The House on the Hill
Indirectly taking us to
Mare's Listeners and Hood's
I Remember, I Remember,
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Let me,
Let me sit by
The farm house
And hear
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My son
Who cannot be called good
Will one day
Turn me out
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The house
Which I have
With so much of labour and sweating
Is not mine,
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Dhobi Ka Kutta Na Ghar Ka Na Ghat Ka/ The Washer man's Dog Neither of The House Nor of The Ghat

Dhobi ka kutta na ghar ka na ghat ka,
Eisa mat, kahiyei, bhai,
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If somebody is therein
To keep the things
So the house is
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When she was not,
Did they?
Perhaps did not
As she was not the Vice-President
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The house
Which had been abuzz
With the critics
Has now fallen silent
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Where is George Orwell's house,
I mean Eric Arthur Blair
The writer of Animal Farm,1984,
The Biharis maintained silence
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There comes a time
When one takes to building
A home,
But there also comes a time
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Shakespeare, you were born there
At that house,
O you, the writer dramas,
Tragedies, comedies, tragi-comedies
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Where is your Kalidasa House
That your talking abpout
On Shakespeare's birthday,
Where Orwell House
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What are you doing in
The Parliament house? ,
When was asked about,
Said he,
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In the mud house lie I with
The small burning candle,
The candle is getting smaller and smaller
And I have not an alternative to that,
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Tweet you later,
First think of saving
The house sparrows
Fluttering from the hamlet thatches scarcely.
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The House I think is mine
Is not mine,
It’s
Of Time,
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Pronab Kumar Majumder first of all is a poet of time,
Time fleeting by, slipping fast,
Gliding and sliding away,
Time mechanical,
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What people,
What people are they?

“They are the, they are the mad people.”
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If the woman is
The house is house
And if the same woman is not
The house not a house.
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My God, my sorrow, none but I myself only know it
And You too can understand it,
What to say about,
As they twitter it not,
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Poets are coming
And on finding them approaching,
Let me run away
Taking my father's name
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Man makes houses
And Time destroys them.
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