The Drunk Beloved Returning From The Late Night Party Staggeringly, How To Hold Her, My Lord! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I used to think you a flower
With the utter sweetness and loveliness of own,
Greeting on the pathways,
Dancing in the breeze
So mildly

But to my amazement, what am I viewing,
You speaking in capers
After the late night parties,
Returning home drunk,
Unable to stand
And I making you stand on feet?

Your mouth smelling,
The puffs of liquor, I mean alcohol
Entering into
And I too feeling etherized
Upon a table.

My God, where are You,
Where to go with this alcoholic girl,
Has taken to her full,
Not within a limit too
If had to take?

Of late, have I learnt it that drinks she, smokes she,
A beauty spoilt,
A love desperate is she
Griping me as the whirlwind,
But where to go leaving her?