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 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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