The Poet Too A Politician, He Is Scholarly, But His Son Foolish Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The poet too is not less than a politician
As because whether he knows it or not
But asks others to call him a scholar
At the cost of the domestic front,
The money which he had to on family
Spends he for poetry's sake
As for to be famous,
People will know him,
Read his poetry
When he will be no more in this world,
But who has seen that,
Which his family goes negating and contradicting,
As for what does he get for poetry
And what do they even
As their time is trespassed and encroached upon?

The poet keeps purchasing and subscribing to literary journals
Where his poems will appear in,
But there is no time to look after the small son
who is turning into a bad boy
As for the want of time and proper care,
There is none to ask him as for his studies
As the father after becoming a poet, a scholar,
Whom the world will know,
Read him,
But the son will be behind the bars,
In police custody and lock-ups,
The wife grinning the teeth and saying to
And compalining against
The great poet saheb of India not,
England, saying it again,
Go to London and settle in there.