In Such An Age, You Turned Into An Addict, My God! In Such A Tender Age! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The bootleggers and peddlers
What have they made into,
A small boy like you,
Coming of age not even
And so adolescent,
Where,
Where have you come to
In search of pleasure,
In search of happiness,
A small boy like you
So simple and innocent?

I become sad when I see you
And think about you,
My dear boy,
My dear,
I think, think about
You, a small boy
Misled by friends,
Showing the dreams
And turning you into an addict,
An addict,
A drug addict?