The Poor Addict (Dalit Poetry) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

O, I see your eyes red with tears,
O, poor addict,
Will life spend as thus
In dying as a poor destitute?
A poor hapless, helpless fellow,
What had he been,
What has he become?
This is the stages of life
Which man feels it not
Just tears keep falling down
Whose inner meaning know we not,
Feel it not,
Why his eyes red with tears, with weeping,
Why he tear-eyed and his lashes smeared with drops?

Sometime ago I too had been a good one
But now I under wretched circumstances, bad conditions,
The world weeps to see me,
Isn't it?