I Think Ofthe Lorries And Trucks Passing On The Highways Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

So many lorries and trucks
With the drivers and helpers
Dressed clumsily,
Eating midway,
Sleeping midway
Living a nomadic savage life,
Sometimes under the lorry body
Passing the hot summer day,
But drinking and driving,
Drinking and driving day and night,
When to reach homes no one knows it,
Who will when,
The lorry driver going with the lorry,
The house remains it forgotten
In wine-taking,
The man of the pathway
He has changed into?