As this is my chair, my father’s, ancestral
And I shall not,
Shall see you.
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My love, you are singing and weeping,
Your eyelashes smeared with teardropsAnd the eyes red with.Still you are singing the song of love.God, save you!
The milkman too a leader
With the Milkman PartyVote for Cow SymbolOr the BuffaloOr the Milk Can.
What it passes, passes over
O, O, how to say it,Say itWhat it passes over,What it?The pain of my heart,How to release it,Release it and to get relief from?No one understood itWhat it ailed it, how did it ache it?
You take your glass of wine, but be not a drunkard,
You have small daughter and son to attend toAnd in loaded full,May turn you an animal.
Behind the blinds,
Dressing,Dressing to enactEven though unwillingAs sometimes it happensShe has to go,Go forAs the audience may go berserkSo drinks she to enact,Enact her roles.Had she not, she could not have,Could not have all the times,A stage artiste,An actress drunken,In a drunken state enacting,Enacting her rolesWhich but the audience,The audience knows it notThat she is,She is a…
The night of the drunkards, of the kings of the roads,
Not of jackals, foxes, wild cats, owls and bats merely.