Sarala tells us about the plight of an alcoholic, who lost everything to his beer, in the verse, for Different Truths.

I curse myself every day 

Why I started drinking beer 

From teenage years 

Every time making me run to the loo 

To empty my bladder 

Again, I reach out to the next bottle 

To make me happy and gay!

I enjoyed the beer in my young days 

Dancing in the moonlight 

Throughout the night nonstop!

This made a mess of my life 

Ruining my marriage 

As my wife hated the rotten smell 

Of beer 

She warned me time and again 

But I could not stop my habit 

Till one day she walked out on me! 

Now I am old and shivering 

In the cold, drinking cold beer 

Without any limitation 

And running up and down the loo 

No one to care for me now 

And I wish I stopped 

This dirty habit of mine 

Leaving me lonely in life! 

Unable to move without my faithful walking stick 

How can I change my pants now fully wet and stinking!

How I wished I listened to my wife when she warned me last! 

Now I am regretting my adamant nature when I am shivering with the wet trousers out in the cold under a tree 

as I have lost my home pawning it 

to buy the beer!

©Sarala Balachandran

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Sarala Balachandran

Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.

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