Bijay Kant Dubey


As An Aryan Settler Saw I The Native Taking To Hedia & Pocche By The Raw Roadside In The Santhal Parganas


As an Aryan settler saw I from a distance
The aboriginal natives
Taking Hedia and Pocche,
Sour and stale palm juice and rotten rice beer
At the local ale-shop
By the roadside or into the bushes,
The piyyakads taking to full
With soaked and fried grams
And speaking in drunken capers,
Drinking and going.

Submitted: Sunday, August 03, 2014

Topic of this poem: art


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