His poetry shakes that numbness awake. His book is more than an anthology; it is a revolution whispered in verses—a plea to see, to feel, and to remember that human worth does not depend on wealth, education, or race, but on our ability to love and to care.

His book Le Champ de la Poésie is not just a collection of verses—it is a journey into the silence of the self, a place where loneliness becomes revelation and poetry becomes prayer. Dupiton’s solitude is not the kind born of isolation, but of expression. In his poem La Nuit Est Tranquille (“The Night is Quiet”), he finds peace in the stillness of night.