A Drunken Dream
K. Radhakumar *
No name I have.
Yes, no name.
No address.
And this is no story.
I wake up late in the morning,
Brush my teeth,
Wash my hands and face.
Then I read the morning paper
Over a cup of tea.
I light a cigarette –
The TV advert says smoking kills.
I take a shower –
I need to clean up and change.
I do not work mornings
And do not eat much breakfast.
These are all everyday objects –
There is nothing to it.
And this is no story.
Dear me!
The morning sunshine does not cleanse me
Of the night blues.
After doing an MSc
I have been running a machine
For the last thirty years.
The management has introduced
A new technology into the workplace
And I feel out of place
Among the young successful persons.
I no longer know
If I am running the machine
Or the machine running me.
In no time it is the late afternoon
So the sun says.
In the evening
I take solace in the whisky bottle.
The homeless one smiles
As though solaced by the memory
Of a name.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on March 24, 2017.
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