My Summer Wine… by Meena Mustafa
Press the grapes and let it pour
Let my wild imagination explore
The rosy flush, beneath the tree
As I sip in harmony.
Slender neck all green and gold
I lift the glass and see it pour
Name it 'Sherry' or call it 'Port'
The feeling so great as it runs down your throat.
Inhibitions lost, thoughts surrender
Makes me intoxicated and I just wander
Lonely as a cloud or rough as the sea
Wish people are sincere and honest like me
poem by Meena Mustafa
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