Toddy

White as milk is this white wine,

But just do wrong, once it’s consumed.

Intoxicates every nerve and makes you hover,

With an empty soul and body, over the world.

See the huge crowd in front of the dark temple,

Just beside the river that flows flawlessly.

Stop a while and just watch the worshipers,

 Whose bones project through their fleshless body.

Why these people make their pocket void,

Forgetting their families for a momentary fun.

Let them know about their starving family, waiting,

Their return with some money for the food.