Glass of Alchohol
Life
is not that special,
Why is
this thirst not quenched?
The
pegs are full,
But I
am not thirsty.
Life
is not that special.
When a
glass of alcohol clinks with another,
Why do
I not remember her?
Now
even the evening is not that special,
Now
that the bottle is not near me.
Now
that I have started staggering,
When
we started going to the pubs.
Then I
remembered a tale,
There
I left a filled glass.
Again
you started showing your traits,
Again
I remembered her.
Why
did I get infactuated?
When will this longing end?
This is my first book of poetry. I am trying to portray my thoughts on paper with the help of my poems. Time passed, looks changed, thoughts changed, met new people, made new friends, and some people I still remember and some people who still remember me.
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