Liquid Poem by Naveed Akram

A bubbly drink has entered my stomach,
Through a period of time, in a minute.
The whole question is answered,
A little worry has disappeared,
The vest I wear will cushion me
As I wear the liquid of love.
The drink I wear is preposterous,
The money involved is tremendous,
The work I live in does not matter,
Those living in this country are dreaming
Of an abode in the very land of their heart.
My drink is this land, and very worth it.