In the ale- house, in a dim lighted nook
Festival of consolation.
Pouring and filling in glass-chalices,
‘Pout-Pourri’ strong and mad...
Foaming bubbles, bottles abound
In the nearby yard....
Talking (for argument) hearty theories,
The erudite debate...
The other faction enjoys
Reciting of verse
They also do taste the trill of critique.
Yet someone get excited in grasping
Quibbles by connoting meanings.
‘Disputes Legal’ in yet another nook
Some bicker away within spiteful talks;
Some sob with streaming eyes
Some laugh out in glee, some mute;
Throbbing emotions in robust juvenile
Mirth emerges from remembrances
Rebellious moods that forth
Up from the ‘Euphoric -born-haughtier’.
The inner-call of the mind got paralysed
With loathsome breaths
Tremendous exhibits of ‘Dutch-courage’
And Ale-mightiness.
“Sense of Equipoise”, fraternity,
A place where you are abundant
A Temple where man does
Expose his mind
The Shrine where ‘Harmony’ blooms.
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