DRUNK

 

Drunk... we all are,

In this our land or far,

On power or illicit pelf,

Or on narcissistic love for self.

Someone drowns himself in liquor,

And pees on his fellow passenger,

Someone gets intoxicated by mere glance,

And can' t get out of stupefied trance.

Some have drinking problems, go berserk, 

Others have problems enough to drink,

Far from sobriety and also from reality,

But feels like God, sans fears of mortality. 

Many of us are drunk on poetry,

Intoxicated at finely brewed words, flowery,

Breathes there the man with soul so dead?

Who never drank on beauty before deathbed.

© K. Radhakrishnan