The Blackboard Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Blackboard



On the blackboard write I, want I to write many a thing
But know it not what it comes to
And what it goes missing
From being written and entered into
And whether I enter into or not,
What that to make to me,
As no writer am I?

My blackboard is there
And if you friend want to write something, you may in it
As because the mind is blank,
Thoughts and ideas are not,
Only the board is there,
And if you want to write, you may
As because the mind is vacant.

The blackboard lies it there
And you too are there, friend
And if you want to write on,
You write it please
And I shall accept that,
I am not like that
I shall contradict you
And your propositions.

All my life have I been gone writing and deleting from,
There lies my manuscript in ruins
Like the abandoned and neglected temples,
You just go and see them
Before saying it to me
And sharing with,
As am I not that writer
Of impressions and shadows passing by.

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