Some shades of brown
I see a row of bottles
All around the wall
Some are full
Some empty
Or just about to be
I poured all mine
Down the sink a long while ago
But he who sits next to me
Sips a few once or so
He knows what he does not want
But does not know what he does
So I have to tell him
Now and then what he should
But he is a wise man
He does not listen to me
He has what he wants to
And before he knows
He is as inebriated as I
Pratip
9 December 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem! ! ! Well-written! ! !