Truth Or Dare! Poem by Pooja Karnani

"Come friends… gather… let's celebrate…"
He was holding ‘what' I did hate.
Along with my friends I also encircled him,
His grip on ‘that' was firm…
He severely shook ‘that'
The pressure pushed out the hat
And it flew in the air…
Half of the contents spilled out.
Along with everyone, I also gave a merry shout,
But it was always I who criticized things like ‘stout'!

Then he drank
And the bottle was passed around…
Everyone ….one by one drank
And then it came to me.
My friend said, "What happened?
Hold it….enjoy..! ! "

But I was just staring at it,
"For all this I am not fit".
My friend taunted "Oh…come on,
One sip won't do any wrong."

Then he served me in a glass
And I had an urge to have it at last…
But a voice inside me suppressed the urge
Thus, from that catch 22 situation I finally purged.

But inside me was a new excitement
While I was seeing ‘that' bottle,
Green coloured…golden label…
Champagne, Chivas Regal, Old Monk …all on the table!

But my inside voice is so capable
That it prevented me to even hold that bottle
And drink the ‘drink' that would make me immortal!
And then he held that bottle in the air,
"Come let's play ‘Truth or Dare' "

But I had the real ‘Truth or Dare' with my life,
How between wrong ….my right survived..!
I wanted to to drink- That's the TRUTH,
But I couldn't DARE to drink…
Does that make me an "uncool youth"! ! ? ?