Ode to an Inebriation Urn
Photo from personal files (Artist - Aakaanksha Pandey) You either contain Venoms of strife, Or some honeyed Nectar of life; You green clay pot of Whiny wine, From outside Why do you shine? Aren't you like A quiet crocodile, To kill me when Relaxed and idle? You either harbor Storm of emotions, Or just the vicious Desires of humans; Shelved at old tavern You urn of inebriation, Who takes the credit For your creation? Is that glassy wine flute Your beloved cousin, Fit to brim with your Poisonous oozing? There may be a Genie Sitting inside you, To fulfil our various Mundane desires anew; Or a hunter waiting To leap up and prey, Just for nothing But to raise trivial fray; Will you lure me, Pour yourself in the jar, Or should I falter, And come to your bar? Can you give equal joy To rich and poor, Or like a chameleon You change your color? The rich loves you, sips you And laughs loudly, The poor borrows you, Gulps and gasps bitterly; Why do you not Behave impartially? Or is it w...