The Road Bifurcates It Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The road bifurcates it
From the township
Leading to the country
Through the hills
Clustering around,
Passing through the woods
That lie on the midways,
The ups and downs
Of the highland tract
To reach the hamlet home
Which lies by
The bank of
The rainy time river.

When a child I used to hear
The lions roaring,
The wolves straying into,
The jackals howling at eve
And slipping away,
The porcupines
At the foothills,
Now how bereft of,
Barren and denuded
Look they,
Treeless and rockless,
Those tribal areas.