My Hero, Mr.Drunkard Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My hero is Mr.Drunkard,
How does he take to wine,
Keep partying late
Into the night time,
How does he quarel and fall
On the floor,
How does he fight pitched battles
In drunkenness,
How does he dance with the bottle,
How does he fight
Applying force
Pulling, punching, shoving,
Nailing to the wall
Gnashing teeth,
How does he torture and trouble
And how does the family bear for him,
His wife all alone
When there is none to hear,
Support or help her
As all know it
He is a drunkard
And this is his daily life,
Routined visit to bars and dhabas
From where his company keeps him calling,
His typical friends and new guests
Coming to as CIDs or miscall-givers?

Mark and say you,
How was his mood when he was not,
How is it when he is drunk,
How did he promise it before
Puting his hand on his hears,
On the head of wife and daughters and sons,
Whose calls did it come
And change he thereafter
And where, where did they leave him,
Dislodge him gruntling,
Vomiting, falling, geting hurt,
Talking the dogs wagging tails,
Sometimes playingg the role of a justice,
Sometimes a villain,
Sometimes a lawyer
And how the govt. hearing not the call
Of the family and the wife,
How is it taxing, levying taxes
On wine bottles,
Left to die on roads?