Dear Spirits

Today I want to stop drinking.

Oh, my bottles, confluence of love and nurture,

Whose destiny is to stand and smile in my bar

Come to my bed and lie next to me,

So I may kiss you good night and catch my slumber:

In the sonata of inebriated sleep,

Dreams of tomorrow may fill the dark hours

And of the days after

 Dear spirits, come to my bed and lie next to me.


~Saranyan BV

Bangalore, India

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