Drunkard, Drink You, But Sell You Not Your Humble And Poor Beloved Wife Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Drunkard, drink you to full,
Empty the bottle and fall flat
As hear you not anyone,
But sell you not your wife,
Swear you not in her name falsely
As Thomas Hardy proposed to sell
In The Mayor of Casterbridge
And chose for a teenaged younger second wife
When he himself was seventy plus.

Do you all, you may sell the things of the house
As for taking liquor,
But never, never your beloved wife,
The friend of poorer days,
Bearing you,
Bearing it all silently.