A Supermarket In California By Ginsberg Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Is a poem of California,
Its supermarket
When in the night people keep shopping,
But the night,
Who is of whose,
The moderns, shoppers, fashionable men,
Vagabonds, gipsies
Or ramblers,
Drunkards or the people in tipsy
Oblivious of day and night.

Actually, where has insomnia taken
Wings from,
Busy platforms, hospitals,
Theatres,
Night watchmen and guards
Keeping a vigil,
They know what the night stands for
So are the young fellows,
The druggies,
Allen Ginsberg taking the night all alone
Moving on the ways
Ad essaying like Whitman,
Addressing the poem.