The Old Daruman Of India Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Old Daruman Of India



You still selling the same old brand,
Mahua, handia,
Mahua-bloom or stale rice brew
Or the molasses-brewed deshi wine
To fall flat on the ground,
Fully drunk under tipsy,
So the intoxication
And it smelling sour-sour,
Hard-hard heavily
And it will take time in
Coming to senses.

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