Drunkard, Many A Day Promised You… Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Drunkard, many a day promised you that never would you touch wine,
promising before your family and friends,
giving words to them
that you would never, never
alcohol or spirit-like thing,
liquor or wine.

But what do I see, to my astonishment, that you taking wine
at the countryside ale house,
taking not a little, but to your full,
emptying the bottle in the company
of your old drunkard friends,
speaking in capers,
chatting, weeping, smiling and scuffling
and quarrelling
and coming staggeringly,
unable to keep in hold,
the foothold uncertain of.
Drunkard, have you, have you seen the face of your wife,
always hopeful of and expecting,
seeking your welfare and betterment,
have you thought about your little daughter,
what you need to spend on them,
spend you on wine and ale houses
and irrespective of family tradition,
lie you fallen as an addict,
lost in the things of yours
and your company?