The Father Of A Gangster Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Father Of A Gangster



Was not a gangster,
But life and its situations
Turned him
Into
And now is a rowdy boy
Who eats, drinks and keeps bad company
Speeding and passing time
At the bus terminus,
Partying and holidaying
And picnicking
And feasting
To enjoy life
Ready to give life
Rather than being alive.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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