My Poetic Style Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My love is calling me
And I have to go, have to go,
Attending the call.
- -My Love Is My Song, Where Does It lie In Calling?
The Song of Heart Want I To Sing
(N.B. Three lines as the core of the poetic text and the two as the probable titles.)

Unknown Citizen, your statue,
Make and re-make I,
The bust and the torso of yours.
- - In My Poetry
(Here the title connects to from the first line, without which the small stanza cannot be. The dashed line is just a complimentary term for the title of the poem.)

A judge of unassessed talents and geniuses am I,
Searching and finding it in others.
- -How Can I That Am Only Talented?
(The dashed title is also a part of the poem.)

Under the moon-lit nights, write I,
My love lyrics,
Dreaming I under the attic of the fair stars
Twinkling
And the fair, full moon
Shining up above.
- - A Lyrist Am I, The Lyrist of Love
My Love, You Do Not Know It
How Much Do I Love You?
(The small broken poem comprises of six lines and the titles go up to three lines.)

You do not praise me only,
Praise them too,
As they too deserve praises.
- - As Believe I Not In False Praises And Take Not The Chair Myself
(A quite understandable poem)

I am not like the joker minister, the villagerly fool and rustic,
Who will not like to vacate his chair,
As this is my chair, my father's, ancestral
And I shall not,
Shall see you.
- - And He Will Vacate It When Overpowered And Overthrown Forcibly
(The joker on the chair, not at all comical, but criminal.)

They did not call me a poet
And I myself calling a poet myself.- -God Knows Who Is What; What One Becomes?