He wakes up alright
In search of light
Bright, white..
He listens his voice
There is no choice
Incoherence, noise..
He seems so sober
Inside is a mover
Oblivious, hangover..
He holds his ground
Washes all the wound
Timorous, bound..
He smells so ethanol
In the conceived gaol
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!!!
****** QUIT DRINKING ******
prasanna babli 