PRADIP DASGUPTA (1-10-1989 / JAMSHEDPUR)
Street Of Drunken Men
Some this night, some this loneliness,
some my addiction have play a role
to attract me to this old wine shop.
the magical medicine of every broken
heart is now healing me with it's
the lips of mine that cannot touch
my beloved is now under drunkenness
touching these wine.
these legs of mine that cannot enter
the street of love is now dancing in
the street of drunken men.
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