nov,2000.
a small world with no sin,
merry drunkards no grudges to bear,
wind flowed free and laughters to hear.
Jovial life here,the cup met cup,
Gone are the pains as toast gets up,
"Oh! the people are good", always they say,
But they know who paved this way.
Behind this smile,these playful light,
Something enigmatic something not right,
Never asked sympathy,never winced at pain,
Never yield to sorrow,never gone insane.
Then why to drink?and why to cheer?
Why be lonely n have no fear?
And as they tried out of that inn,
The world laughed again to keep them in.
Poetry by Sarvesh
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Written on 2006-10-27 at 16:51
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story of a drunkard
Inside that dim countryside inn,a small world with no sin,
merry drunkards no grudges to bear,
wind flowed free and laughters to hear.
Jovial life here,the cup met cup,
Gone are the pains as toast gets up,
"Oh! the people are good", always they say,
But they know who paved this way.
Behind this smile,these playful light,
Something enigmatic something not right,
Never asked sympathy,never winced at pain,
Never yield to sorrow,never gone insane.
Then why to drink?and why to cheer?
Why be lonely n have no fear?
And as they tried out of that inn,
The world laughed again to keep them in.
Poetry by Sarvesh
Read 784 times
Written on 2006-10-27 at 16:51
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