Drunkard Sir, I Salute You, Where Dwell You? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Drunkard Sir, I Salute You, Where Dwell You?



Drunkard Sir,
May I ask you,
May i,
will you not take it bad,
Say you, say you,
Will you not get angry,
Will you not mind it?

'Speak, speak you'.
Today your mood and temperament is fine,
Tha's why I am daring to ask
Otherwise would not have.
'Ask, ask you, waste not my valuable time.'

Sir, may I ask, ask you?
'Ask, ask it, how many times shall I permit you? , '
Said he angrily.
Sir, Sir, why do you take wine
If can't youreself in control,
Why do you in such a way
That, that quarrel you,
Drink and quarrel with your bottle-friends?

'It's, it's no business of yours,
An interference into my own.'
No sir, I have, I have begun
Just taking the permission from you
To speak on your behalf,
Sorry, sorry Sir,
If I have hurt you,
I am going.

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