My Drunkard Son, Your Old Father Keeps It Waiting Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

When will you come,
Your old father keeps waiting
For you,
When will you,
Will you, my drunkard son?

It's late into the night,
Stars are twinkling,
Foxes are howling
And you have not come,
You have not returned back.

My drunkard son,
Where are you,
When will you turn up,
It's getting late?

Staggering and falling,
Bruised
Or safe into the homes,
When will you,
Will you, my son?

You, my intoxicant son,
What intoxication have you not,
You a beediman,
You a tobacco-man,
You a bottle-man?