Cool extended slowly and Anupam <br />Appeared once from the hilly wood <br />On the barrel of his gun <br />Hangs trembly birdie Jungly geese <br /> <br />We sat with opened bottles <br />Lit cigarettes <br />And while smashing the roasted bones <br />Wave glasses <br /> <br />Firy liquor thus spreads <br />Through our hearts and <br />Purify the existing cool grief <br />Our cry and c h o r u s<br /><br />CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chorus-4/
