Poetry

by Bijay Kant Dubey

Poetry as Sadhana
Poetry born out of sadhana
And the poet
A sadhaka.

The Light Divine
Milky white and eye-kissing
Was it -
The Light Divine?

The Indian
How far Indian are those
Who live abroad,
How far?

The Critic
Barbering up the pages
With the scissors
In his hands.

Talent
Where is it, how is it,
Under what circumstances,
Who can say it?

The Cuckoo
Coos it so sweetly,
Breaking the notes
Unsaid.

16-Apr-2016

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