Bhawesh Bhattarai


A Drink - Poem by Bhawesh Bhattarai

With glass, I am a man - or so I think.
At least I am when blessed with courtly drink:
A gin or two, then vintage port or wine,
To pep me up and gift me with a shine.

I know it’s false, as I now must depend
upon my daily shots with open end.
Insidious, it all becomes routine:
To beg a drink each day for self-esteem

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 4, 2010



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