Drinking daru, I mean country liquor, native third class wine,
What has he made of him,
Does he not see himself in the mirror,
What has wine made of him?
Daru has taken it all and there is nothing in his life
That to count upon,
But he looks it back not
That he has a family to see and support,
Where will daru take to ultimately?
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Daru is a curse. I saw so many family being destroyed. A good write