Bijay Kant Dubey Daughter Poems

The Dark Daughter
The dark daughter, dark not, but beautiful,
Call her not dark,
As she dark not, my dark daughter,
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Meri beti,
Bahut cchoti beti,
Tujhe kaise batun
Ki duniya badi berahami aur jalim hain?
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In sun and shower,
Under the golden sunshine
And the fair moonlight,
Grew she up,
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My daughter, small daughter, the blossom of my heart,
A girl who has not seen the world,
Understood it in full
Conspiring against purity, innocence and simplicity.
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My daughter,
Little daughter,
You do not,
Do not know,
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My daughter the daughter of maya,
My daughter my maya
And my maya my daughter,
My small daughter.
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The daughter of a fanatic,
Have you thought of
As your love?
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Maya my wife,
Maya my son, my daughter,
Maya my life, my world,
Maya my house.
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The dark daughter
Dark you, dark the world,
Dark the Creation,
Where to go?
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Poor India's poor daughter
Going to read
In a poor school,
A girl from the hamlet
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Meri bei Ko Dekh Lene To Dijiye Jaraa

Meri beti ko dekh lene to dijiye jaraa,
Kahin wo mujhshe dur naa chalin jaye.
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Do not be sad,
Try to learn to smile from the flowers;
Do not be sad, my daughter.
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A Bihari fool,
Dressed in clumsy white dhoti and kurta,
With a tikki,
A clamp of hair
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The fanatic's daughter,
Want I to marry,
Take to as my own
The fanatic's daughter.
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Dark Daughter, in making the statues of yours,
In sculpting you,
Drawing sculptures and figurines,
You ask the Divine Deity
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The poor gypsy girl living on the market places
Call it poorly or madly
On the platforms and bus-stands
All alone,
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My daughter,
small daughter,
how to save you
from heat and dust?
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Save,
Save the daughter,
The poor daughter of India,
The UNESCO's poor girl child,
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Marwari businessman Midas, want I your daughter,
Good-looking and beautiful,
Talking the language of love,
But you of Kuber,
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The poor daughter of India, think I, about
My own daughter,
The poor daughter of India
Lying neglected and ignored
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Nagaraja’s daughter,
I mean Nagaraja and Nagin’s daughter,
Miss Cobra Princess,
Nagakanya have I married,
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She is also the daughter of some loving father,
Do not call her a whore,
A daughter like that of mine,
A daughter like that of yours.
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Kill not your daughter for honour,
will weep you
After having killed
The innocent daughter.
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With vermilion
put into the parting line
of the hair,
the small daughter
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Nagaraja, I mean King Cobra's daughter
Nagaknaya, Cobra Daughter,
I mean Cobra Princess
Is my beloved.
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She may be dark, but is my lovely daughter,
Dark but affectionate,
Careful and loving,
How neglected is she,
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They forgot it that she too is a daughter of someone,
Now away from her home,
Taking to the route of life,
Reaching where finally?
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The idea and the image of the dark daughter
I got it
From the terracotta plates
Of the outer portions of the temples
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My daughter, your cheeks,
Let me touch them
As I may not you again.
Your love
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The poor daughter of India
I see her sweeping the floor of the courtyard at daybreak
Into the hamlet homes,
Throwing the ashes from the earthen oven
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The poor daughter smiling
In the sun-burnt hamlets
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Dark Daughter-
Tell you, tell you, who you are,
Tell me, tell me, who you are,
What your identity, where your home,
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Half-fed and half-clothed,
Lousy and clumsy,
But affectionate and loving,
Caring and working
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The dark daughter smiling in the dark sun-burnt hamlet homes
Against the backdrop of the hills
Dark and shining blue in the falling sunlight
Even in the midst of poverty, illiteracy and superstition,
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Call her not a debt or a burden,
She is but a gift of the replica of Lakshmi
By God.
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Dark daughter, where to go leaving you,
Your trouble, tear and tribulation
The world came to feel it not,
Your silent sobs and weepings
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Poetry, the poetry of the dark daughter write I,
Mythical, mystical, symbolical,
Supernatural, nocturnal, religious,
Sociological, aboriginal,
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My daughter, why are you standing alone?
What are you thinking so deeply,
My love?
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Bhagjogini, my small daughter, where are you,
A countryside goril,
Brorn and brought in the villages
Of far flung hamlets and thorps,
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My daughter, what it is in your destiny
I know that not.
I am your father
But everything not in the control of mine.
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I am calling my small daughter
And she responding,
How beautiful is it to hear the voice!

A golden and nice feeling and divine!
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O tell me, where my daughter is!
Where the dasughter whom grew I up,
Reared and looked after so much so care,
Shading the from the sun and shower,
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Honour killing, what will you get killing your daughter
So sweet and lovely,
A son of a woman
You killing a woman,
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