When I Drank First. Poem by Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam

Benumbed head, blurred vision
Unsteady steps, moon-lit night
Mr.Joseph's hand held me straight
Drooping head and staggering feet!
'Keep him straight in city, Sir'
A friend's feeble voice followed
Gooseberry with grains in a jar
For forty-one days became alcohol
Sweet sugar fermented the solution:
Solution for happiness, Oh! my God.
Good will become evil by contact
Unless the vice turns wise on time.
When I drank forgetting my rank
Became a crank; to say frank.