He Drinks And Lies Fallen By The Roadside Sometimes Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

He drinks and lies fallen
By the roadside sometimes,
But never accepts it
That he was at fault,
It was but his mistake,
But pride must have a fall
As for taking no words.

When he takes, he just goes on taking
Calling himself the don of wine-taking,
But he falls, falls
Nobody can be seen by his guide
A drunkard he,
A rambler, a loafer he has turned his house
Into a wine museum,
A liquor home
And a he a liquor master.

But can one be a master of liquor,
How foolish is it to think of oneself
A liquor master,
A wine man built for wines,
Take you wine and be happy,
Sell you your house for wine,
Why to keep a wife,
Take you wine!