i-Peg Poem of the Week #13
These poems are for my close friend Maj Vishwas Mandloi’s delightful group of tipplers called i-peg. One has to raise a toast to the committed lot for their single-minded aim of spreading cheers!
The last one was titled ‘Kaash Shraab Ke Dariya Hote‘
Here is the 13th poem:
I wanted her to appreciate,
The king at the end of drinking.
Her attitude was enough to indicate,
She wasn’t, in that manner, thinking.
She looked at me hard,
Her eyes were not even blinking.
I was just a miserable discard,
My heart started sinking.
So I nearly threw the bottle and glass,
For the last time heard their clinking.
But, then, I thought it’d be an act most crass,
My friends would call me a Joe who’s stinking.
So, I kissed the pair (bottle and glass) with emotion,
I saw them appreciatively winking.
And I offered my wife too the magic potion,
For infusion, if not for drinking.
Our days (and nights too) have changed friends,
She sees the king at the fag end of drinking.
I don’t have to make, for her, any amends,
Her joys and mine are forever linking*.
Now our days start with loads of love,
Our evenings have the sounds of clinking;
She is thankful to my little shove,
That changed forever her thinking.
Cheers!
P.S. Or is it lynking?
Dear King is not careless or carefull but carefree and so his queen n his kingdom . Excellent n wonderful in the sence how one can write such a poem who has left drinks since long and is a tetottler as good . Nevertheless past experiences die hard.
Thank you, Jaswant….hum dodton ke dost hain; dost ke liye kuchh bhi likh sakte hain!
Ravi a lovely one for tipplers.
Here is a renoinder.
I have drink every evening
And sleep like a Royal King.
I am not disturbed even when my phone does ring
The world this period during
Is a not to bother thing
Sometimes I fly in my dreams as if I have a pair of wing
Then suddenly in the morning
I am awakened by the Alarm bell ringing tring tring.
Thank you Vipan. Very nice.