The Father Of A Ganejri Son, A Bad Boy Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

He will come smoking ganja
And will beat me,
He will come drinking
And will beat me
In his intoxication
After an altercation,
A brawl ensuing,
Fracas held
If counsel I otherwise
In goodness and good living
As will hear it not,
As has fallen into a bad company
And if he had to,
Who can check him from
If he desires,
None but himself
To take
Spirits, intoxicants,
Alcohols?

Whom to shrug it,
Coax it,
My fate or destiny,
My karma or dharma
If had to be,
Will become,
Will become,
None can c heck him from
The habits he has formed,
The company he has accompanied,
None can,
None can,
I think,
Think it
After being the father
Of a son
Who has fallen into
A bad company?