Mr.Ill-Fated/ The Bulbul Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mr.Ill-fated

I could not
What it was in your fate,
You wept and wept silently
Averting our gaze
Wiping with your hands yourself
Going on the path of life
Which but I saw it
Just as a passer-by,
A passer-by
On the path of life!

Sorry to say,
I could not feel it, feel it,
Your sorrow I could not
Know it,
What it ailed you,
The cause of your frustration,
Your depression,
Your bad state of life,
Ill-fated,
Mr.Ill-fated!

Sometimes think I when
Pensive reflections take me over
About your bad state,
Your helplessness and hopelessness,
The curves and crossings of your life
And fate-lines,
Your sorrow and pain,
Your loneliness and frustration,
God knows what was it in your fte
And what is awaiting me?

The Bulbul

The small bulbul,
How does it hop, play and dance
And keep singing,
The bulbul,
The small bulbul
Singing so sweetly
Moving flower to flower,
Taking short flights
From a small height
Perching on the small trees
The songbird bulbul?