Drunk
With his cane
John walked in
In red cloak
I am drunk
As I was at the pool
In Texas
“I am not”
I exclaimed
“I will walk down this line”
I could not
So smiled and went out
I had lost
I had hit the 8 ball
Not white ball
I was drunk
Now again
Same goes on
I have fun
I wish though
I was not all alone
Kids were around
I am drunk
So close to the edge
I see God
Like Sufi
I make love
In Sama...
‘I listen’ with the Dhikr ‘remember’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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