The heart feels a little light <br />Though the head gets lot heavy <br />On some very strong pints; <br />Sorrows like bugs bug the poor heart! <br />The carousel world whirls hell fast; <br />And a sot sings away deep pain; <br />Sings a clumsy song in a coarse tune. <br /> <br />In the lookout for wild rich honey <br />In a wild jungle he poked at a sweet beehive. <br />Alas! He couldn`t guess honey is never as easy <br />As a candy of a child. As luck would have it, <br />An army of bees closed in on him and stung <br />To their glee. A good reward for honey-hunt! <br />Blessed is the prince heart of red rose kingdom! <br /> <br /> <br />The heady flow now gets to the top; <br />In the same rhythm of a pet bear-dance <br />The bloody tom-tom conducts this deadly dance. <br />The blessed liqueur owns the empty stomach <br />And hard qualms fill up the poor heart. <br />Even a gallon won`t bring solace to the coffin bound life!<br /><br />PARTHA SARATHI PAUL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sad-sot/
