My Drunkard Son Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
My Drunkard Son
My drunkard son,
Kill me, kill me not,
I am giving you, giving you money
To take liquor,
Do not, do not beat me
Like a villain
I shall bring you
Whatever ask to bring
Selling the house and it all
As for you pleasure, joy and pastime,
Inebriation, drunkenness,
Brawl, altercation,
Staggering and crash
Even after plucking stars,
Cutting my lungs
Left for bleeding.
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