Tuesday, 23 April 2013

The Woes Of A Teetotaler!




Oft in extravaganza have I sighed among elite masses,
Upon turning down modest invites of clinking glasses.
For long suppressed the dark innate desire to booze,
& somewhere every time li’l sorrow did my heart ooze.
Ah! The woes of a Teetotaler!

Have been a fond witness to some fizzy Champagne,
Then glanced away & grabbed a cola, all in disdain.
Thought of stealing a sip from its sparkling heart so pure,
How is it, what they call the ultimate distress cure?
Ah! The woes of a Teetotaler!

Certainly one day will I walk up to the sexy Red Wine,
Embrace her elegantly, kiss her, gently make her mine.
Will enjoy her companionship till heart’s content,
And forever will I cherish those leisurely moments spent.
Ah! The woes of a Teetotaler!

Not to mention the brilliance of magnificent Sir Whiskey,
However to hang out with His Majesty is undeniably dicey,
His enigmatic facade sweeps you to a world of utopia,
Calls for some inarticulate exhilaration and euphoria.
Ah! The woes of a Teetotaler!

Post all the sweet daydreaming, I wake up to realize,
A sworn teetotaler I am and alcohol I despise,
At once the delusions fade, thwarted I walk away,
But in my spirit the yearning furtively finds its stay.
Ah! The woes of a Teetotaler! Indeed!

-Pratidhi Chowdhury