It is so easy
to drown my troubles
in a glass of whiskey
the sorrows fizzle out
like the froth in whiskey
as I sip a mouthful
happy days of yesterday
breach the brim of my hopeless heart
and, I mourn for my glory days
I gulp an another sip of whiskey
But then, like the ice cubes
the imprints of my happy days
keep floating to the surface of my thoughts,
I stifle a giggle
And, I soak myself, yet again in whiskey
Copyright @ Ajay Pai
28th May 2019
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