With the monotony of Western discourses,
Critical theories,
Nay colorful and painted,
But a Leftist discussion
Taking it otherwise
Interpreting in terms
Of colonial hegemony,
Western interests,
Not understanding.
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What sort of poetry is it,
Contemporary Indian poetryWhose base is inThe exchange of mutual admiration?I calling you great,You calling me greatAnd we are all the great men of India,But greatness is not in the ego of the personality,It is in being polite and mannered,It is in simplicity,It is in goodness and nobility,It is in innocence and ignorance,Who knows what unassesed…
My biography,
But I myself shall writeAnd post itIn another’s nameAs none has come forward toMaybe it that I shall write itUnder the pen-name,Mr.Beard with the beardsOn the poetry of Bijay Kant Dubey.
Whatever say you,
Poetry is a dead art,A postmortem of emotion and feeling.What can poetry give toBarring thought and idea?Can it life-saving drugs?
Henry Ford
A watch repairman toAn apprentice machinistTo the founderOf Ford Motor Company,An American businessmanAnd industrialist.
On reading her
Whether she isA modern Radha or Mira?As Mira’s devotion is in her,Radha’s flame is in her,I mean the flame of devotion and love,One who loves, loves from the heart.
The train on the platform
With a luggage.