Bijay Kant Dubey

Into their lapSittingAnd enjoyingParental affection and sympathyAnd closeness.

And Kali on the outer floorOf the guard wallA patch dark maidenMythical and mysticalGiving waterTo Shiva sittingOn the groundIna sqattign modeBrown haired and hattedAnd with the rudkha necklaceAround the neckAnd in whitish grey clothesAnd from the toSmall Ganesha looking on.On seeing her,I wonderIf she is KaliOr Annapurna,Actually KaliIn the clemency of Annapurna,Giving water to ShivaAnd…

The fluteSo melodiouslyWith the crownDecorated withPeacock feathers,The blue-boyLooking so cloudy,So hill-panoramic,So cloudy and lurking,So sunny blueAs the hills dazzle in sunlight,As the clouds lurk over the hillsThat hue shaded in,Silhouetted inThe face ofMurari, Krishna-Murari,Krishna the Flute-player!

Magar uthaneiwalle bahut kam,Jaraa sochoTumharei parivaar ko kaun dekhegaaAgar tumko kucch ho jaata hai.Do not drink wine, my friend,There are many to make you drinkBut who to lift and raise you,Just think youWhat will it happen to your familyIf something happens to you?

Pyaar-muhabbat jo ho jaagtein hainEs tarahKi malum jo nahinEh bimari jo laelaz.Love-mad, lost heart,What to say about its talks,Love-affection is born as suchIn such a wayThat know notThe disease treatmentless.

The alphabet of poetry,What the alphabet,How the lettersResounding,How the signs and figures,Who created themAnd how?The alphabet of poetry,Is it the alphabet of learning to write,The alphabet of poetry,Is it the sign for sound,What is it,The alphabet,The alphabet of poetry?

In acceptanceOr in negation of,What should he do,A song-writerDid he deserve that,Did the songs comeIn the song categoryHe thought aboutAnd for this he kept mum,Maintaining silence,What should he,Should he take or decline itHe thought within,A singer he,A musician,A guitarist heSetting songs to music,A singer heSinging and playing?What does a poet do,What does a singer,Is poetry…

My daughter,My little afraid of,How will sheA little heart, a little soulLost into the wildernessAnd mess of bombardmentAnd shelling.Do not bombard,Do not,My small Syrian daughterHow will she sustain,SurviveA small girl,A soul and a heart,How will she,How will she live?To destroy Syria in such a way,To devastate lives,How to take to,Never can imagine in such a…

And thievesUsed to snatchAnd stealAnd run awayWith valuables.ButNowThe govt.Is afterWith its sleuthsAnd policemenTo search and raidAlong with the dogsAnd income taxmen.

As we cannot compromise withOur hegemony,Our ego and hypocrisyThat men and women are equal,But discriminate we,Torture and torment themTaking for women.For quite a long timeKept we in the burqa,The purdah,The ghunghataFor hiding themAnd calling our own.The womanIf she is not in the houseThe house not a houseYou will understandWhen she will not be.The woman a…