The
Indians near the toddy shop
In
the night they sleep on the concrete floor
The
high they have achieved
Of
cheap intoxicating beverage
They
don't care about themselves
They
are beyond their own reasoning
They
just lie on the concrete floor
With
dirty mattress sleeping in it
Some
will sit nearby
Eyes
seem so far away
Thinking
of a time they can make it
But
toddy blocks them the passage
They
live on addiction
Of
toddy in the blood system
It
holds them the long life sentence
Forever
they are caged into it
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