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The Professor Condoles by Daruwalla

The Professor Condoles by Daruwalla By Bijay Kant Dubey The professor condoles it not, but Daruwalla is condoling, thinking of himself being in the English language and literature classroom or reading the books for Tragedy special paper in M.A. or father N.C.Daruwalla is giving lessons in. The professor condoles it not, but Daruwalla thinking himself not as an Indian Police Service officer

Where The Mind Is Without Fear

Where The Mind Is Without Fear by Rabindranath Tagore  By Bijay Kant Dubey Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;   Where knowledge is free;   Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;   Where words come out from the depth of truth;   Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;   Where the clear stream of

Silent Steps

Silent Steps by Rabindranath Tagore By Bijay Kant Dubey  Have you not heard his silent steps? He comes, comes, ever comes.   Every moment and every age, every day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes.   Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind, but all their notes have always proclaimed, `He comes, comes, ever comes.'   In the fragrant days of sunny April through the

Goodbye Party For Miss Pushpa T.S.

Goodbye Party For Miss Pushpa T.S. by Nissim Ezekiel By Bijay Kant Dubey A lover of Pushpa here speaks in as the protagonist of the poem and he is none the else but the poet Nissim Ezekiel himself unable to contain in the feelings of his heart, expressing the unputdownable on paper. Let us see how he is receiving or taking her to the airport as for going to foreign and Pushpa a distant

Background, Casually by Nissim Ezekiel

Background, Casually by Nissim Ezekiel By Bijay Kant Dubey Background casually, not seriously, but lightly is the point of deliberation; the autobiography of a poet rascal in verse, who is but never a Shylock though may be a Maharashtrian Jew born and reared up in Bombay; a Shanwar Teli, a type of Saturday oil-presser by caste, this is but how he introduces himself in the poem titled so.