Fabiyas M V Poet Free verse

Evenings Steeping In Rum

Rum makes him a roadside dancer –
                                 his legs waver – 
waves of clumsy expressions on his 
                                 countenance – 
his arm rises and falls in the air – an
                                 anarchic dance 
of intoxication. Brain loses control –
                               tongue squelches 	
in the obscenity. Though some issues
                                  die itself; some
are to be fought with – but he flees,
                                   and hides in a 
dark bottle. Vapor from his glass casts
                                   dark clouds over
his lean wife. His daughter loathes the
                                  wet peanut pack
he brings. He doesn’t see*Gandhi’s smile
                                      on the currency 
he pays at the counter. As his evening
                                     steeps in stink,  
two moist eyes looks for the dawn again.





*Indian currency bears the smiling face of
 Gandhi, the father of nation.

First appeared in print in The Literary Hatchet by Pear Tree Press, US.

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