Kumarjeet Basu


Death Drink


The beauty of the sunset,
at the ending of the day.
With a glass and wine.
I think, I Drink, I Drink...

Lonely are the night & days.
That brings tears in so many ways.
Everything what fine I forgot and,
I think, I Drink, I Drink...

Replace the stream flowing Pain,
long want to see you again.
Became a Stranger to myself,
I think, I Drink, I Drink...

Empty, I thought I had forgot.
From the growing of recent past,
life that grows within me; hell,
I think, I Drink, I Drink...

Heart, feel of pain of love I creat,
Now, I am agree the Death.
Ended my life with a Drink.
I think, I Drink, I Drink........

Submitted: Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 09, 2013

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