I Am An Aged Dusky Man, Like a Bottle of Bordeaux Wine

I am an aged dusky man, like a bottle of Bordeaux wine, The older am I, The Stronger my tipsiness, I am packed in old Jeroboam bottle; May be in old filthy bottle, Yet soul is fresh vigorous, inebriating wine; My soul is prisoner under cork, Once is released, gravity is at height; Squirt my wetty aroma, exhilarates all for fun; My body may break or perish, Even may leave me helpless, Yet am Bordeaux wine, loved by all, They all know, more the older am I, More the tipsiness I have; I am an aged dusky man, like a bottle of Bordeaux wine; © Sadashivan Nair.