The bar girl serving whisky, rum, vodka,
Beer, brandy and champagne
As per order,
On a tray
With the tumblers and the bottles,
She too is a poetess,
Try to read the poetry of her mind
What it happening on,
What it going within her heart
As she too is a lady of type,
Do not call yourself a poet or poetess merely.
Try to see her, her times and moments
As she too deals with psychologically,
The dance of the drunkards you have not
With the bottles
In to the hands of theirs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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