The Drunkard Poem by Seema Aarella

Now he cannot feel a thing
That filthy dingy surrounding
A plate of leftover rice
Beside the buzzing swarm of flies
He cannot see his swearing wife
Naked children and their cries
His sick father was gone
He cannot hear him cough
His blabbering insane talk
His poverty was gone for a walk
Now he cannot see his thatched hut

Food and clothes he had promised to get
With ease he can now forget
Gone now, his pain in the back
That followed by shifting loads of sack
Trembling, shaking, smelling like hell
At doors of the stinking bar he fell
His pains and problems are now gone
By the liquor’s grace…. he slept on
Worried wife will look through the night
Finds him on footpath takes him back
By dawn leaves for work…by night looks for arrack! ! !