A Sad Sot... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

The heart feels a little light
Though the head gets lot heavy
On some very strong pints;
Sorrows like bugs bug the poor heart!
The carousel world whirls hell fast;
And a sot sings away deep pain;
Sings a clumsy song in a coarse tune.

In the lookout for wild rich honey
In a wild jungle he poked at a sweet beehive.
Alas! He couldn`t guess honey is never as easy
As a candy of a child. As luck would have it,
An army of bees closed in on him and stung
To their glee. A good reward for honey-hunt!
Blessed is the prince heart of red rose kingdom!


The heady flow now gets to the top;
In the same rhythm of a pet bear-dance
The bloody tom-tom conducts this deadly dance.
The blessed liqueur owns the empty stomach
And hard qualms fill up the poor heart.
Even a gallon won`t bring solace to the coffin bound life!