'What has happened? What am I seeing?
Am I mad, or am I a nervous being
The world is swaying from one side to another
And this unnatural sight has put me in a spot of bother.'
'Wait, wait! I see a lamp-post in the distance
Or is it my imagination conveyed by my sodden trance?
Now I can hear a stray dog howl
And I can see, perched on the oak-tree, there's an owl.'
'No! Damn! The lamp-post has disappeared
Unexpectedly, my movements and eyesight have queered
The world seems to be rocking more vigorously
The dog seems to be howling even more ferociously.'
'Oh God! I should not have drunk so much liquor
I should have known that it makes me sicker
I wish I had gone easy on the drink
At least, life wouldn't play pranks with a wink.'
'I want to go home now, I've had enough
Of life's tricks, which are sometimes rough
I'll love my wife, begin anew, start something
And then...............................' Nothing.
great work rony, we all have these qualities, pity we need alcohol to voice them.
Fine expression through a dramatic climate. Actually the poets are drunkard .. mad.... Thanks a lot. Tapas Baidya, Kolaghat, W.B., India.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very genuine and commendable effort