The World Calls You A Drunkard, A Drunkard Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The world calls, calls you a drunkard, a drunkard,
The world, the world,
Get you up, get you up
From, from lying fallen, fallen
On the footpaths,
Fallen by the footpaths,
People see you, see you,
But come to not, come to not
To help you, help you
Returning home
Instead say it, let him, let him be
A drunkard he, a drunkard he is,
A wine-taker, a wine-taker,
An alcoholic, an alcoholic,
An ale shop -frequenter, an ale shop-frequenter is he
A man of the bottle, by the bottle and for the bottle,
But think you, think you,
You too a man, a man like them, like them,
You too have prestige, have prestige
Not only they have,
You too have, you too have,
You too a man, you too a man like them, like them.