Friday, June 10, 2016

the toddy shops

The toddy men
Shabbily dressed in the night
They hang around at the corridor
The bottles in their hands

They stare at the distance
Some sleep on the cement floor
They don't care what lies ahead
It is their world of drunks

Some will turn parking attendants
Earning some money for their toddy
They don't take their food
It is toddy they think ahead

They have wasted their lives
There is no pitying for the onlookers
They have chosen their own fate
They will bear with it till they die

But toddy should stops
Don't allow shop-owners to sell
It will not bring sanity back
It only encourages life misery

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