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A Drinker's Clowning
He thinks to prevail the existence as haze over
And makes his own beau geste
A spirit of ingenuity revived peerlessly
And makes the reality to indite a blue story
That appears to be enjoyable.
This exemption from reality
Just like he masters his own way
Others may stare at his absurdities
But he propels his own destiny.
Endured by his shadow
He gives a mere pause to think
Past, carved in stone and future, an aleatory
And acquaints with the presence
That appears a moment of exuberance.
This liberty from misery
Just like he won every asperity
Others may oppugn at his oddity
But he aspires his own momentary.
He makes a contrast between life and death
Yet he keep smiling on his grief
Beloved left him, and he is into his reveries
And forgather by more beautiful chicks
That gives a pleasure of masculinity.
This relief from theological virtue of love
Just like he exposed his vanity
His beloved may cackle at his juvenility
But he is in love with blithe insanity.
The defies the world of immorality
With his mindless nemeses
Masses at disputes, he lingered by his silence
And minded like a dummy
That baffled others busy time.
This escape from affrays
Just like a dog kicked away
People may cerebrate at his applesauce
He still got word, who cares!
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Swairik Das
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