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