Devdas... Who Me?...

DEVDAS... WHO ME?...

A friend of mine
Regularly found in midst of liquor
Talks sense…
Whenever I lift my glass
He tells me
There is no bar..
There is no barmaid
No bottle
No drinks in your glass
But you just hold an empty glass
And can not walk straight…….

I tell him
I hold this glass ,raise it
A toast to her name
The intoxication of her name

flows through
My veins

He wonders
“you must be drunk…..but
drunk on empty glass….
I must be drunk myself..”

He comes back to me
After downing two-three drinks more
Asks me
“now……you don’t even have a glass
nor a name on your lips
yet you look intoxicated

I tell him
What intoxicates me
Is not a glass, nor any drink
Not even a name
Has nothing to do with addiction
Does not require
Any picture or statue
The love that intoxicates me
Is the fountain of love
In her heart and
it fills my heart…….
My friend looks perplexed
Tells me
You are an alcoholic
And once again he walks into the bar……

~Mukul~

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