Water Ball Poem by Konalli Rajeev Naik
Water Ball
When he comes home drunk
Inebriation sways him funnily.
Routine clumsy walk and stumble, all utterances are
In a mumble.
His aversion to loving spouse
And kids is like the mood
Of white water ball on
The emerald green
Colocasia leaf.
Awful tales of his
Red rimmed eyes
Resonant Whoops
Disappeared cuddles
Sobbing gloomy nights
Ruined family well being
Are saved in his
Better half's running tears.
I've lived near a bar for 11 years and never been in it, but I see the effects on the people who do. A well penned poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 2:11:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thanks for your appreciation David.