He had not to be a professor of the varsity deptt. of English, | Poems | Quotations

As many of them retired
And the posts fell vacant.
But see his fate, he came in just after his M.A. in English
And B.Ed.,
Now doing his Ph.D. somehow hurriedly
To be a reader and a Ph.D. guide.
While the other villagerly fellow who had been in
A block-level private college,
Later declared constituent
Switched over to a big college.
Again, took he a major jump
When the new university was opened
And he joined the nearby campus
To be the head of the department of English.
Now calls he himself a guide, a varsity officer
That very villager turned into a speaker of English,
A proud master of the Shakespearean language not, literature,
Strutting and walking on tip-toe.

Bijay Kant Dubey

Churi, churi,

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

He used to call,Call loudlyInto the streets,LanesAnd the township folksAnd the country folksUsed to call,Call,Churiwalla, O churiwalla,Come here, come here,Come back, back,Women and small girls,coming out,Coming outUsed to call, callThe churiwallahs,Indian churiwallasDressed in a lungiSometimes the woman withA bundle over the headWith red, green, orange,Yellow and different-coloured banglesand the women folks rounding themSitting to buy,Some…

Bijay Kant Dubey

Satpura ke ghane jungle

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Spread overA landscape wild,High and lowWith the waters greenAnd the skies blueShaded against the hillsWith the vegetationTangling with creepers,Leaves fallen and rotting,Bushes and shrubsIn a dormant slumberAnd awakingWith the birds and insects,Serpents and jackalsAnd the huts of the tribals,All primitive and pristine,Full of greenery and vegetationRunning amok and wildly.