Sunday, August 12, 2007

Aashim's "The Drink"

The Drink.

A sip here, a struggle there,
They find they're floating fair.

Low among the bed and chair,
Hidden by a hairy bear.

A family of monkeys, I mused,
Sitting by the wall, confused.

Neither a word exchanged,
Nor an expression- change.

The monkeys with glazed eyes,
Look on with muffled sighs.

While I observe from a distance,
The madness in this substance.

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