Bar Dancer, You Dancing In Your Drunkenness, Dance Not, Leave You Dancing Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Bar dancer, society extracts the all that is good in you,
Extracts and dumps you elsewhere
Taking out the all that is good in you,
First, tempting you,
Luring with the profession,
Monet and fame it gives to
Then turning you in an addict
And a deviated professional.

Bar dance, see you, think you
What have you made of you
And yourself,
Is it good to dance among the drunkards,
Is this called enjoyment,
You unable to stand,
So much so drunk
And they too,
A lonely girl in the midst of drunkards?

A wine bottle, thrown off
With a bit of dregs are you,
A cigarette butt smoked and thrown off,
Drunk, intoxicated and inebriated
Talking in capers,
Staggering and talking,
Is this called style,
Is this the name of glamour?