THE VEIL OF TRANSFORMATION

The beautiful flowers

May wilt tonight,

The hapless birds

May hide with fright;

Here in the bar room

A thought peeps into life,

Is it but possible

To escape life’s realities.

A small child cuddles

With tattered clothing

Under the street light

And shivers with fear.

A stray street dog

Keeps barking somewhere,

It breaks the eerie silence

And instills more fears.

Here in the pub

Intoxicated with wine,

The luxuries of life

Are enjoyed as the ultimate.

Someone sings

Someone dances

Someone plays the tune

Someone drinks the wine

Perhaps some others

Like me emotionally lift

The veils of transformation

In search of a meaning of life

And its co-relation with wine.