Daruman Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Daruman



He is a daruman
Sells not only,
But drinks too,
Made from
Mahua, molasses,
Rice and other
Desi stuffs.

A seller of spurious
Spirited
Wine,
Native wine.
Not videshi,
But deshi wine
Burning your lungs
And intestines.

Sunday, June 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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