Spanish girl,

I mean the masters of the languageBut we have forgotten itThat the master of the mastersLies he thereAnd the reality is this we the learnersOf an acquired language, an alien one,A link language,A dictioanry consulting oneBut we like the green, but pink-ring-necked parrotsOf the fortune-tellers,Telling sita-Ram, Sita-Ram,Send the buti, the herbal material,Means soaked grams and…

Of the terracotta temples,The broken pillars and columnsTurned into a mound of earthAnd trying to relate it back to,Ascertaining its date of making,The goldsmiths who worked on,Whose hands turned them into a shape.The artistry and craftsmanship is no doubt admirable,But the statue lay it in the earthOf the dilapidated temples,The small-small terracotta templesMade from limestone…

Bogus and blunt men,Those who had not to be Ph.D. guides areAnd those who had to beAre not.My expertise is lying uselessThough they are using in my papersOn Jayanta Mahapatra, Keki N.Daruwalla,Contemporary Indian English poetryAnd D.H.Lawrence,But I am yet notA Ph.D. expert,An external examiner of the thesis.

And those know it,Say they not,What it is the soul and the spirit,As most of the sadhus and saints have,The sadhus and sadhakas of India.

You cannot be a doctoral examinerAs you teach in a college.Hearing him, smiled I,Said I not to,Never have I gone afterPosting and placement.If be this, let the varsity comeAnd test me,I am an expert on Jayanta MahapatraAnd the non-knowing will examine the theses on him.Something kept me from bursting,I am that Bijay Kant DubeyWho never…

With the hands foldedTo the Dark ElementAnd brooding aboutNot sure ofSomething conjured uponThe mind’s plane.The Dark LegAnklettedStood beforeAnd thereafter the Dark Divine,The Dark Form of the Motherly Divine,Mother Kali in a Dark Form,The Dark Goddess,The Dark DivineTesting through supernatural presence.