I’m a confessed barfly. I genuinely enjoy drinking with friends, and colleagues and sometimes as a wingman sitting with a stranger. Spotting these Geese at Dhom Lake leisurely gulping a gallon of water along with aquatic plants reminded me of my binge drinking with friends at our favourite tavern. I wrote this poem on the very same day cherishing and relieving my post-work unwinding session.
Over the weekend
Spotted three geese towards the water end
Come Monday…
It’s seven thirty pm, my unwinding from work time
Knowingly I read as – seven thirsty
On the phone messages pop
I reply ten minutes till I drop
Throughout the day –
Calls to take and calls to make
The salesman in me
Always ready for a retake
By five pm, the throat is sore
With an intake of exhaust fumes
And a battering of dust dunes
The skin gets monochrome
Sweat turns into grease
The crisp cotton and the buttons
Wear a crummy look
By seven pm, I drag myself to the office
With dozens of emails and reports to make
The salesman in me
Always ready for a retake
It’s seven thirty pm, my unwinding from work time
Knowingly I read as – seven thirsty
Hurriedly I pack myself up
And give comrades a bottoms-up
Reaching the watering hole
And our regular table next to the pole
Happy hours make me happy
Draught Beer in the mug with foam choppy
There’s lots to nibble
The Beer we happily gobble
My sore throat is dampened
And skin supple with the cold tipple
Barman rings the bell
To a warning of Happy Hour end
The Three Geese keep following the trend.
