Incomplete Poem

Wine and Me

When I drunk ...
The face around us change
The word from them change
The hand which says namasthe ...
Comes on my shoulder...

When I drunk ...
Bonds in my mind unknots
Pain in my hearts unfold
As I sip wine tears drips out ...

How come the relation between
Wine and thine?

Poetry by dinesh
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Written on 2007-04-26 at 14:44

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