THE KING AT THE END OF DRINKING

i-Peg Poem of the Week #13

These poems are for my close friend Maj Vishwas Mandloi’s delightful group of tipplers called i-peg. One has to raise a toast to the committed lot for their single-minded aim of spreading cheers!

The last one was titled ‘Kaash Shraab Ke Dariya Hote

Here is the 13th poem:

I wanted her to appreciate,
The king at the end of drinking.
Her attitude was enough to indicate,
She wasn’t, in that manner, thinking.

She looked at me hard,
Her eyes were not even blinking.
I was just a miserable discard,
My heart started sinking.

So I nearly threw the bottle and glass,
For the last time heard their clinking.
But, then, I thought it’d be an act most crass,
My friends would call me a Joe who’s stinking.

So, I kissed the pair (bottle and glass) with emotion,
I saw them appreciatively winking.
And I offered my wife too the magic potion,
For infusion, if not for drinking.

Our days (and nights too) have changed friends,
She sees the king at the fag end of drinking.
I don’t have to make, for her, any amends,
Her joys and mine are forever linking*.

Now our days start with loads of love,
Our evenings have the sounds of clinking;
She is thankful to my little shove,
That changed forever her thinking.

Cheers!

P.S. Or is it lynking?

 

Author: Sunbyanyname

I have done a long stint in the Indian Navy that lasted for nearly thirty seven years; I rose as far as my somewhat rebellious and irreverent nature allowed me to. On retirement, in Feb 2010, the first thing that occurred to me, and those around me, was that I Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (you will find an article with this title in this blog) and hadn't lost all my noodles and hence thought of a blog titled 'This 'n That'. I later realised that every third blog is called 'This 'n That' and changed the name to 'Sunbyanyname'. I detest treading the beaten track. This blog offers me to air 'another way' of looking at things. The idea is not just to entertain but also to bring about a change. Should you feel differently, you are free to leave your comments. You can leave comments even when you agree and want to share your own experience about the topic of the blog post. Impudent or otherwise, I have never been insousciant and I am always concerned about the betterment of community, nation and the world. I hope the visitors of this blog would be able to discern it.

4 thoughts on “THE KING AT THE END OF DRINKING”

  1. Dear King is not careless or carefull but carefree and so his queen n his kingdom . Excellent n wonderful in the sence how one can write such a poem who has left drinks since long and is a tetottler as good . Nevertheless past experiences die hard.

  2. Ravi a lovely one for tipplers.

    Here is a renoinder.

    I have drink every evening
    And sleep like a Royal King.
    I am not disturbed even when my phone does ring
    The world this period during
    Is a not to bother thing
    Sometimes I fly in my dreams as if I have a pair of wing
    Then suddenly in the morning
    I am awakened by the Alarm bell ringing tring tring.

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