The Bearman Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The bearman, comes, comes he
With a black bear,
Chained around the neck
Or threaded through the nostril

And the bear black, black,
Blackly-furred or haired,
Walking like a monkey
The four-footed animal

But can stand on feet,
Climb a tree
With the backward movement
And is ferocious too

May snatch or nail
But it is not like that,
A trained bear
Whom the master has

Before bringing it here
For roadshows
And the bear playing
The role of a drunkard

Grovelling lowly into dust
And the bearman forbidding him
To drink so much
By sounding the damru

And as thus keeps it playing
And doing the role
Of a drunkard
Which he should not have.