Drunk!

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Heaven, drips its last!
 upon him,the earth it's parts sweeps, faster than a falling Haven!
Though, life sweetly nutured,
 Yet,only felt  a painful torture.

For what  future lies in a grafted culture?
Who shall pay his tuition when life,tutors?
 His fuming smiles and laughters were  solely provoked by the bobbles of beer...
Charmingly, he hustles for bottles,
right in life's debt  nothing can be bare.

Though unsubdued huddles,made him reel, yet, subtle poping of bottles,life became real.

Again he is drunk up to trunk!!
Jackets , trousers,shoes,and mufflers. .
all gives the sweet smell of casket
And his wobbling feets are pity thrown,  at life's market!!


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