Pradip Chattopadhyay

Silver Star - 3,245 Points (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Whiskey - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

From my pal whiskey a peg I borrow
To drown therein my load of sorrow
It takes no time for the peg to be gone
But my darned sorrow not leaves me alone!

I plead with whiskey to lend one more
As my empty glass is quite an eyesore
A damned liberal he pours me more
Still not gone sorrow when pegs are four!

My cheeks are flushed red and hot
One on one he pours me shot
Can't stop me though a bitch's son
My sorrow still flows in plenty gallon!

The more he pours more get me dumbed
My brain takes leave thinking is numbed
From the empty glass sorrow winks a smile
I hear it say won't leave you a while!


Comments about Whiskey by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Gold Star - 16,086 Points Mandolyn ... (7/27/2014 11:03:00 AM)

    nice rhythm. good poem
    i like the thought of whiskey because it's strong and in the old days they used it to medicate the person before having to relocate a limb or pull a tooth, never tried the stuff but... here's to whiskey! (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,424 Points Lorraine Colon (7/27/2014 10:46:00 AM)

    How gracious of whiskey to put a twinkle in our eye and help us cope when life gets unbearable. Fun poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 26, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 26, 2014


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