The Drug Peddler And The Bootlegger Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The peddler and the bootlegger
Coming with the thud of their boots
Or in clumsy clothes
Approaching with the silent steps of his
To whisk away
With the charms and lures of his own,
Ganja, bhang, opium and drugs,
Selling he stealthily,
The contraband goods.

The ale-shop owner too selling countryside liquor,
I mean locally-brewed native liquor
In the bushes
Or in the hutment of his
And the customers coming to take
To forget it all
The hardcore realities of life,
Many have not food in the stomach,
But taking daru to be finished.