C. P. Sharma
My Drink - Poem by C. P. Sharma
The whole world says,
I am drunk
yes, I drink
from the tree trunk
my drink has the rainbow shades
it is dyed hard
its color never fades
intensely steeped in fragrance of flowers
made at bay side by the rovers
served with love by the divine bar girl
Why don't you too give it a whirl! ! ! ! ! ! !
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