Miss Coal Beauty/ Coal Black Diamond Girl Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A coal black sweeper girl
She struts and walks on tiptoe
As for having learnt the three R's,
The light of education she has seen
For the first time
In her family,
So she keeps toning down
And taunting others.

Instead of sitting on the mat
Where her family members sit they,
She sits on chair,
Canes the small boys and girls
By making them stand on feet
As for to show
That she is a teacher, a private tutor,
Strict and good.

The sweeper girl herself coal black
Has a high perception of hers,
As she keeps clearing her throat
And is a bathroom singer not,
But a hummer of film songs
And tries to show it
That she is a romantic,
A foolish girl showing herself.

But to me she is but the first generation reading,
Seeing the light for the first time,
Her college-going not a matter for me,
But a thing of little learning,
A coal beauty is she in reality,
Excessively powdered,
May be it a diamond the coal may change into.