The Drug Peddler And The Bootlegger

The peddler and the bootlegger Coming with the thud of their boots Or in clumsy clothes Approaching with the silent steps of his To whisk away With the charms and lures of his own, Ganja, bhang, opium and drugs, Selling he stealthily, The contraband goods. The ale-shop owner too selling countryside liquor, I mean locally-brewed native liquor In the bushes Or in the hutment of his And the customers coming to take To forget it all The hardcore realities of life, Many have not food in the stomach, But taking daru to be finished.