Jug

A jug of whiskey with spice

for the two mischievous old.

Bouts of fire on cubes of ice-

the hazy stories retold.

Sweeter rumbled the mumbles,

and louder the glasses clinked.

Woozily tales just tumbled

as the oldies laughed and blinked.

Giddier turned every verse

till the sun donned new colours.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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