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A Wine Glass

What is life, but just a glass of wine
There was a time when I was just another little stone in the mine,
When I lay dormant, like a diamond bereft of his shine.
And then on that beautiful cockcrow, my journey started, I became the champion sperm
The Lucky stone, the future wine glass started his term
As an infant I was caressed upon
Grinded, polished, blowed till I became a masterpiece to gaze upon
I cracked, I broke but my glassblower parents were always at my back!
They really taught me how to be the shining pearl in the whole stack.
Glazed and heated till I had the finest sheen the world had seen
I'm not bragging, but they said I would cater to the finest human being
The ladyluck once again smiled at me and I was chosen to be a king's wine bearer
As I was packed and readied for the real life, fantasies of what lay ahead filled my mind
The scent of the exquisite wine, the aroma of the 50 year old scotch,
The rum, the vodka, the gin! ! ! ,
oh my my! ! ! ! this life, its just so much win! ! !
But the man up there had something else in store for me,
On my very first day I tripped and came crashing down,
Though the bruises cured, though the pains healed
But my failure, my incompetence became the talk of the town
The wine glasses laughed at me
The big beer mugs bullied me
My dream life, even before starting, it was gone
My beautiful rose, withered.... Left was just the thorn
The rich wine seemed tasteless, the majestic bourbon bland
Oh my god! ! ! I cant live anymore, this is it, the end! !
The king, the ruler of the seven kingdoms
I thought his talks would cheer me up
But his tongue spewed out sheer poison
He was a wolf in the sheep's skin
Making evil plans to make money, wage wars and to destroy all of his kin
Every time his royal lips touched my rim
I was filled with anger
Filled with sadness to the Brim
How can I dream of a happy future
If even those at the helm, the binding force, are the one's cutting the suture
But as they say, come what may
No.matter how long the problems might stay
But Atlast, surely comes that blessed day
It was a regular day, me lying at my regular place in the kitchen
When someone poured in me a cheap beer
As I looked upto his face, it was filled with gloom, sadness and fear
That lad had just lost a loved one in the morning
And there was noone to caress him, he was alone, mourning!
A small tear came trickling down his chin and fell straight in my bowl
And the taste of his sorrows, the taste of his problems really made me tremble
realization dawned on the tiny wine glass
All my troubles seemed paltry
All the problems meagre
For now i was ready, the brittle guy was now strong and steady
More than the kings speech it was the common man's troubling tale that helped me besiege, the woes
From that day, the bartenders tricks started to excite me
The wine seemed to brighten me
The scotch seemed to enlighten me
As I started taking the bull by horns
As I started growing petals on the thorns
The bullies faded away,
sure The problems came, sure the troubles questioned my fame

But The hope of happy times, the excitement of tasting the old whisky, the scent of the red wine, delinquence of the little takila shot kept me on the road, kept me in the struggle

This journey my friends is what we call life,
This glass of.wine my friends teaches us how to live that life,
This glass of wine my friends is the essence of life! ! ! ! !

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