Poems Clustered Again Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Art of Living, The Joy of Living

How to put it back
Lost smiles and laughter,
Restore it back
The joy of living,
The spirit of living?
An art that we have
Forgotten, forgotten.


Scenery

Black clouds with
Storms gathering,
The rains to come
And the white cranes
In flocks speeding to
So many in number.

Eunuchs

Coming
After gathering information
With regard to
The birth of a baby
In the locality,
Coming with
Peculiarly dressed
And behaving,
Beating the small drums
And lifting the baby
From the mother
Dancing together with
And asking for money
Pressingly.

Rajanigandha

You come into the dreams
Of mine
And steal it away,
A mistress so dreamy
And lovely,
So slim and fairly tall
And sweetly scented,
Rajanigndha, you my love,
You my dream,
A maiden so rarely seen
Just standing with
A stick of white blooms
To give!

Is this called love,
Innocent love,
The love of heart?