None But The Drunkard's Family Knows It Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The drunkard having
Taken wine
Lies fallen
Or staggering
Or babbling under
The moonlit nights,
Arising from the bushes
Everything appears cinematic,
Theatrical and dramatic,
But when we see him meeting with
An accident, coming before
A vehicle or before it,
Struck down,
Vomitting, sometimes blood,
Feeling unwell,
Selling the things of his house
For wine,
What to say about?

The drunkard with the bottle
Dancing, running,
Revelling,
Do not show it,
Picturize it,
Do not glamourize it,
The drunkard's death
You can't feel it,
How does he die?
The last days of the drunkard
You can't imagine about it.