60 years
My raft is wobbly.
Mr. Veed’s influence.
Head’s humbled.
Alkie making it spin.
Chest’s cluttered.
Gareth overwhelming me.
Blood’s running out.
Ahh! But to serve the purpose.
Knees tremble.
Face flushed.
I am intolerable.
To myself. Surprised!?
Aged. Bald. Bearded. Fearless.
Financially better off than before.
Writing. Drinking. Sleeping. Crying.
Maybe someone to lean on.
Friends beckon, for a drink.
Darn sure it aint lemon!
It’s been so long and yet I mourn.
60 years, I’m still alone.
Varun Rajagopalan.
Constantly 