Wine Sweet Wine

         Wine Sweet Wine

Oh! What can I say about my bond with you!

You made me know, so less about myself, I knew.

A few drops of you down my throat,

As I felt merciful, more and more, you made me gloat.

While all, and even I knew that I was timid at heart,

But a chopine of you is enough to make me spurt.

Anything that was bad till then, now appeared good.

And I did everything, while in my senses, that I never                                                                                                                                                  would.

It makes me sad, whenever you are cursed.

In all my pain, you always have nursed.

I spoke to strangers, made friends, even those who were                                                                                                                                              my foes.

While in my senses, I would have otherwise faced them                                                                                                                                    with blows.

I often slaken around the town on my bike.

Even more because it was bought by my wife.

I was always lost with you in some countryside,

Enjoying more of it, in my senses, places as such, I                                                                                                                       feared to stride.

While we all are groomed with some mendacious                                                                                                                                                                precept,

Secern good from bad, and useful from that’s not apt.

But you always distanced me from prejudice as such,

That reinforces the more of I in me, and not feeling for                                                                                                                            others, as much.

While I befriend you at times of joy and sorrow,

But often do I see you don’t last beyond tomorrow.

You get closer the more I pay for you,

You never leave me alone, problems still await me, as I                                                                                                                              am left in blue.