Alchoholic Poem by mithilesh yadav

Alchoholic

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Wonder how can somebody forget his worries……
And dance in like a dear and fly like ferry ……
Let me drink once and decide it …….
Let me feel the difference and certify it ……

Let me drink once to mark the level of alcoholism ……
What is the level of it at which it can end even communalism ……

Why in those dusty bars don't ever occurs a communal war …….
While the temples and mosque experiences every weekend such war …..

Why in those glass filled bars, broken pieces never hurts a relation ……..
And in houses with loved ones, people often get ready for retaliation ……

Why those bars have many of them who care for there wear and tear …….
And lots of hearts broken in homes, nobody there to care ………

What is so effective in alcohol even to erase the emotions …….
What is so effective in alcohol even to end the sensations……….

What is the magic of alcohol to build the relation ………..
What is the magic of alcohol to end a relation …………?

Saturday, January 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: drink,emotion,nation
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 30 January 2016

Mithilesh, I've read a few of your poems, and see that you use a lot of dots [''............']' everywhere. I think you'd better avoid them. Your wording show its meaning effortlessly, even without them. Be sure. Take care

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Abhilasha Bhatt 30 January 2016

Why in those dusty bars don't ever occurs a communal war ……. While the temples and mosque experiences every weekend such war.... A very true lines you have included......wonderful poem.....amazingly narrated.....at bar they drink that thing which is loved by every man.....and in any religious place they used to prove their religion superior than other which is totally a false thought....... :) every religion is superior in itself and people should respect every religion :)

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Rajnish Manga 30 January 2016

बहुत सुंदर, मिथिलेश जी. आपकी कविता पढ़ कर मुझे 'मधुशाला' की यह पंक्तियाँ याद आ गयी. धन्यवाद. मुसलमान औ' हिन्दू है दो.. एक मगर उनका प्याला, एक मगर उनका मदिरालय..एक मगर उनकी हाला.. दोनों रहते एक न जब तक मस्जिद-मन्दिर में जाते, बैर बढ़ाते मस्जिद मन्दिर मेल कराती मधुशाला..!

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Mithilesh Yadav 30 January 2016

Thank you sirji

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