Holy Drunkard

Behold, Ghalib,
I am drunkard 
But I didn’t drink 
in your God’s house

Behold, Iqbal,
I am drunkard
But not disbeliever
in where your unholy wine lives 

Behold, Faraz,
I am drunkard
but fully conscious 
In where your God is safe

Behold, Wasi,
I am drunkard
Not in heaven
But in the world- The God’s tavern

Oh, Ghalib! Behold,
I am drunkard
In the wine, I live
And in me, the wine lives
Because we are merged 
As the almighty One. 


©Mahtab Bangalee
5th January, 2025
Chattogram
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Wolf Avatar
January 9, 2025 at 7:52 PM
'I live in the wine, and the wine lives in me.' Profound words, Mahtab. Thanks for sharing them. Blessings, Gershon
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January 10, 2025 at 10:53 PM
Thanks Dear Poet
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