She Took The Book By The Hand From Behind Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

She Took The Book By The Hand From Behind



After the great pastoral drama
Of the countryside,
Quarrelling with and flinging the books,
Tearing apart the notes of the scholar
As for his being lost in readings and studies,
Trying to reconcile with
And come to terms
After weeping and crying,
The teenaged and pastoral girl,
Dressed and made up to turn up
To please the repenting husband
As for the research papers
Destroyed and unavailable
Without the carbon copy even.

She came to, took the sole book left into
The hands of the scholar
From behind,
Trying to hide the eys from
To make him say,
Who she is,
Again coming with a cup of tea
To let go all.

“Why does one do research,
Have you thought about,
Just for getting a good-looking wife? , ”
Said she smilingly,
Though the tears had not dried so well.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Love
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