Sitting On The Platform Benches Alone/It's A Moonlit Night Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Sitting On The Platform Benches Alone

I had been thinking about
What this life gave to me
And what it took away from me
Unexpectedly?

I had been about the writ of destiny,
The crisscrosses of fate-lines,
Why are they so
And the bizarre Divine Jurisprudence!

It's A Moonlit Night

The fair moon is shining over,
The rajanigandha sticks stand
They a-bloom in the courtyard
And I in the sweet memory of yours,
Lost Love!