All Are After Love, How Can It Be, Sir? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

All are after girls,
Beloveds, lady-loves,
Can it be, Sir,
Say you,
All after mistresses,
Mistresses of heart,
Secretaries in love?

Even after the lovely lass
At home,
Going after extra-marital relations,
Spoiling other men's families.

My love, where are you,
Let me hold you,
My love?

My love, where are you,
Let me hold you,
Hold close,
If not, they will take you away
And sell in the market?