In The Morgue/ Where Is Their House? / Sunset/ The Lotus/The Midnight Theatre Hall/ A Bottle Man Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

In The Morgue

I trying to recognize
My own dead boy.

Where Is Their House?

They build homes,
Big homes
But to be in the huts,
The wage earners, labouring people,
Masons.

Sunset

The sun setting
With the red disc
Glowing
In the sky.

The Lotus

Petals
Opening it
With the morning,
Dew drop-splashed petals
And the sun rays dancing over.

The Midnight Theatre Hall

It' s midnight,
The audience is not
Sitting
In the gallery,
But you the drunk artistes
Keeping late into the night,
Turning life into a drama of some sort
So routinelss and desperate!



A Bottle Man

What did you,
A bottle man?
Yes, a bottle man,
Means he keeps emptying
Bottle after bottle.