A drink


A drink

Could mean

That you compliment my eyes

The evening might be nice

And the stars could be bright

The breeze a bit light

And our glasses might clink

While the lights would blink

And I might just think

Where is my favorite song

Although I say the words all wrong

And maybe I could sign

For another glass of wine

So my lips could be red

And not much is said

Behind the shaking ice

And neat, black ties

Across the wobbling table

I’m perfectly able

To decide.


A drink

Does not mean feel free.


Srishti Chaudhary

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