Bijay Kant Dubey Mother Poems

Mother's love,
Father's, love,
Sister's love,
Brother's love,
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On mother's day
I thinking of the asthi-kalasha
Hanging by one midnight
And the deign of the pinda-dana.
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Mother, my mother, good mother,
I just remember you
As have turned into a photo
Leaving me here.
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Mother, mother, my mother,
My lovely mother,
My simple mother.
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While passing through the way, glimpse I a Kali,
Huge Kali, magnificent enough,
Dark, dark, pitch dark,
Dark black,
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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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O potter, give me some clay
So that I may make, make and re-make my dead mother,
Collecting the earth
From there, where burnt I her one day!
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When the first had been alive, valued he never that poor girl,
The poor woman,
As kept she working all day long, all night long,
Eating late into the night,
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Love and its colours,
Love of the mother, love of the sister, love of the brother,
Love of the son and the daughter,
Sometimes wets it
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Try to search it, try to find it
That she is also a mother,
Mom, mum, mummy
Around her neck
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Be sure of it, mama,
I’ll send you to the old age home
As who look after you,
Nurse you,
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O, come, come, do come,
O come, come, do come
To see the Dark Goddess,
The Dark Goddess,
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The urn of my mother,
The unburnt navel and the ashes of hers,
Just a handful of
Put into the little earthen pitcher-like
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The midnight is Mother Kali,
The time to worship Her,
Call and invoke Her,
The Mother Supernatural and Nocturnal
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O, you, come and go seeing
The face,
The Face Divine,
A grand and magnificent image
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A huge and magnificent statue of the Mother
You come and go seeing,
Have you, have you seen Her, if not go and see?
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When the words, my mother, come to the mouth,
The eyes wet with
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Mother Kali looking blue-blue,
Bluish-bluish,
Shyama Kali.
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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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O, you, come, come,
Come an go seeing the face,
The Face Divine,
The Grand Face Divine of the Deity,
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One night
I had been burning my mother
In the backyard of my house,
Trying to bathe and make her wear new
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One night
I had been burning my mother
In the backyard of my house,
Trying to bathe and make her wear new
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On mother's day, I become remembered of,
How I had been one day,
How had it been my house,
How they used to be with,
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O God, how to lift
The dead body of the mother!
The skies have fallen over
And the burden of the load
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My mother burnt to ashes,
There remained not the structure,
The frame of the body,
Just the navel kept burning
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My mother
Now ashes, coals and soil,
A story
In the asthi-kalasha and the pinda-dana.
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'Whose asthi-kalasha is this? , ' enquired he of me
In an obdurate voice of his own
And when asked who he was, said he in a a harsh voice of own,
'I am Kaal, Kalpurusha,
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On Mother's Day, Motherlessly Remember I

On Mother's Day,
Remember I her motherlessly,
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Mother's Day saddens me
To think of my mother
Who is no more.
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On Earth Day
Read I the fever
Of the old mother
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Mother Kali
The Dark Goddess,
How to make an image of Hers,
The Dark Goddess?
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On World Women's Day
Thought I of my
Mother and aunt,
So hard in duty
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On the eve of
International Mother Language Day,
Think I of my Hindi
In Bengal
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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
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On International Mother Language Day,
Think I of my mother and my tongue,
My connections linguistic,
My relations humanitarian,
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I don't know it,
Why did
International Mother Language Day
Remind me
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On International Mother Language Day,
I don't know it,
Why did the memories
Of my mother
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It burnt everything
And it remained not anything
To be called of my mother,
Nothing, nothing, nothing,
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O come, come you and go seeing
The Dark Mother,
The Dark Divine,
O come you,
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With the red tongue out of the lips
Held out in anger or shame,
Wearing a garland of man-heads
Cut and threaded
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Be sure of it, mama,
My dear mom, mummy,
I shall send you,
Send you to the old man home
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Mother Tara
Hidden in the red hibiscus flowers,
Just the tongue
And the glittering eyes visible,
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Mother's love,
Sister's love,
Brother's love
Remember I, remember I
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Mother's love,
Sister's love,
Brother's love
Remember I, remember I
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Tears are in the eyes,
Memories still fresh
But the pindas being given
As for the bereaved soul.
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The asthi-kalasha is, but the mother not,
Where has she gone away?
Yesterday had been she here, but not today,
Where, where has she gone away?
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Where is Brindabana, Krishna's Brindabana,
Golden and mythical,
Of the ancient times,
As Lord Krishna swings He not
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Chandal
(Comes he wrapped over a woollen blanket and a thick lathi in his hand And followed by a dog) :
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