Had there been drunkenness in bottles
Of wine and whisky and other alcoholic drinks,
The bottles would have danced in shelves
And champagne bottles burst in joy.
So many lives are being lost
With over-consumption of alcohol.
This is because people surrender
To the powers of alcohol to become its slaves.
Those who know how to drink, where to drink,
How much to drink and with whom
Remain the masters and enjoy drunkenness.
However, drunkenness comes in myriad forms,
The queen of drunkenness being the elixir of love.
It takes you to those heights where
Only few lovers have reached.
Transcending everything, unbridled,
Like heart-rending epiphanies,
You are transported to lands magical
Where lanes are flowery and streams meandering.
There is drunkenness in time travel,
In compassion and generosity,
In the rising and setting sun,
In the evocative imagery of poetry,
In watching a mother breast-feeding her baby
And in the mating of animals
Among the bushes green and flowers wild.
Drunkenness comes to those fighters of rights,
Those who produce oeuvres of universal validity,
Those who portray the forgotten face of History,
The joyful painters and avid musicians
While producing great works of art
And the tillers of land, the food growers
Whose heart beat joyously with drunkenness
While they sing the innocent songs of harvest.