My Love, You Are Drunk, What Sort Of Love Are You! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Love, You Are Drunk, What Sort Of Love Are You!



My love, you are drunk, unable to walk,
In an inebriated state,
Speaking in drunken capers.

Have you become as such, destroy you not
By taking wine,
Smoking cigar after cigar?

Stop you and pause a bit to think,
What are you doing, my love, in modernity,
Where are you going to?

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