Spies Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The life of a spy, private or public, have you thought about,
Have you ever
About the spies
On a mission?

It is a romantic idea, a colourful notion to view him
With the hat, goggles and a cheroot on
The lips,
Visiting foreign

And trespassing, traversing into the boundaries and barriers, slipping away
From their catch and punishment,
A citizen
With a no-man identity.

Spies, spies communistic let loose in the United States of America
Of the Soviet Union,
Of the U.S.A.
In the U.S.S.R.

The Cold War times and the Stars War Program period had been
The peak period,
The flexing of the muscle
And military strategy.

Spies Chinese and Pakistani, spies Indian crossing over to intentionally
And we jailing them, putting into prison
The no-men of different nationalities,
At least we could have thought across the humanitarian line.

The filmy, plastic reel spies getting wounded, falling in love
With a foreign national
And the girl nurturing him
Does not lure me at all.

The situation is worse in connection with them in reality,
They bearing the brunt of,
Tortured and punished in foreign prisons and cells
Which we think it not.
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