My steps falter,
Vision alter,
Thoughts blur,
Words come out in a spur,
My hands shiver,
As emotions flow like a river,
Sadness takes me as I empty my quiver,
Friend or foe,
I am ready to make the blow,
As I see around I feel
I should take it slow.
Eyes gratified, My taste buds tantallized,
Nasal nirvana,
The silence takes a toll on me as my ears yearn for
that sound,
This is the moment and i heard,
Cheers was the call, Bottoms up was the reaction,
Glug! Glug! this was my eight pack of
Johnnie Walker on the rocks.
Jonnie Walker? India's favourite brand of Whisky. good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cool. very well expressed. The other boys should read your work.Looks like you know what it feels like when you hit the bottle - hard. :)