
Of Bottles and Books
Sushant Kumar B.K My friends, Earning PhDs, Argue : Tough, full of stress. Barriers, many Books, bulky, countless Go crazy, my friends, intoxicate your souls And navigate like a sailor Chasing the horizon in a storm Like the plight of drunkards, Wandering the whole night, Pub to pub, street to street, On bikes, on foot, every day, late hours, For a strong drink, a new flavor, Swallowing- bottles One, two,