You A Drunkard Girl Under The Canopy Of The Solitary Skies Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

You a lonely drunkard girl under the open canopy of the skies,
What are you doing all alone,
Unable to stand, unable to move?
Who are, who are they who made you drunk and left you straying far
On the paths of life,
Under the avenues and canopies of the open skies
With the stars and the moon shining up above
And you in the tipsy of yours,
Moving and moving,
Unable to support and unable to stand,
Babbling in tipsy?

In the frost and chill of the night time, solitaty and manless,
You lost in the mood of yours,
Drunken and loitering,
Sitting under the tree, passing time,
Madam, say you, where they made you drunk
And left you here,
Is this called partying,
Is this called deriving of pleasure,
is this modern love?