Bartender and Me
Dwelled in a bar with no responsibility,
Depressed in a corner with no ability,
Intended to succeed straight ahead,
Lived in a darkness with wine instead,
There came a hand on my shoulder with a glass of wine,
Perhaps it was her kindness which made me feel fine,
Penetration of wine awakened my desire,
The only option left for self admire,
No one there to express my feelings around,
But of my own reflection in the wine to be found,
Wish I would be abandoned from the hold of nature,
And depart this world as a hopeless creature,
Soon as a hope approached to my range,
Brightness of future was forced to change,
Enormous blessings of god had made me cure,
Destiny in my hands had made me sure,
Fortune will be dominated if one tries,
Remembrance of past had made me realize.
Copyright © Qanit Effendi | Year Posted 2011
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