Old Wine Cellar's insane daughter loves the Alcoholic
But her father strongly dislikes the affair.
The tippler who comes often to the Wine store
And voluntarily sweeps the floor.
Once in a blue Moon among the hysterics
He too drowns in the old Oak Vat with the intending Son-in-law
And listens to his old Wartime stories
While she serves appetizers on the triangular table.
* To my contemporary friend Bastian.Gajaweera
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Has a very Old World flavor. Very vividly painted characters. Interesting write. Kind wishes, Sandra