Genocide from liquor drought

Empty bottles tossing around,

on the bedroom floor

no drop of liquor left,

for morning hangover
 

Got shut all beer bars,

d' States are going dry

no pals for a relaxing booze

no palate pleasing French fry

Head lines say, ban on liquor,

tore in to pieces, today’s paper

any substitute, unable to think

no Benadryl to replace drinks

wrongly gulped shampoo liquid

from all orifices, foam 
getting released

An idea clicked in tiny moment

to feed d’ cow, beer ingredients

Barley, wheat, jowar unripe crops

to leisurely munch d’ offered stuff

 Whispered gently into cow’s ear

no more milk please, only beer

No yield, it chewed entire fodder

tried to milch beer from its udder

Chased me far, charged with horns

need no beer, pl. excuse my mom

War on wine ban, a revolution

so a dry daze in entire nation

Moms wait, to take their kids

drunkards lie naked in d’ streets

Own money spent for beer buy

law can’t stop d’ indecent guys

A despotic drought of alcohol

only way to snatch from a pal

grabbed a bottle ,took a gulp

no booze, its milk in a beer pack

all outlets shut, a ban on liquor

irritation made me, pull my hair

Only hope,
 a deaddiction center

first a warm welcome,
next, drip started by sister

Saline pumped into my vein

hard to endure, how long I can!

lastly a bottle 
with ward boy support

exchanged for 
 a hundred rupee note

Tube pulled out of vein, 
put into mouth,

content gushed to my pout

cramps ceased fast, 
nicely it worked

d' ward boy I blessed,
 from core of my heart

 If rulers wish to help out
in this crisis condition
consignment be dropped
by drone, at d' destination  

For creating d' dry spell, 
cursed Governments, out and out

who caused this
genocide from liquor drought

He got burnt so often

After my demise

gossip will break,

its nice that he’s gone

In someone’s hatred pyre,

he got burnt so often

My corpse be placidly laid,

on a couch in hearse van

wrapped neat in shroud sheet,

paved with floral garlands

 Forehead daubed with

 sandal paste

a casual trek for final rest

Torpidly move d’ morgue van

cross your doors, down d’ lane

your pent up steam,
 ought to surface

can't hide, u can’t suppress,
 under feet, earth slipping out

tear trickling, a wish to shout

Your wet eyes prompt them,

to put u numerous question

truly tell who’s the guy,

with him what’s your relation

No way he’s related to me,

just someone known

adept in his profession

of course an excellent person

as much u tell of him,

its only little adoration

Her mourning will be over

with a little repentance

grief will finish fast

before I turn in to ash

In no time she will forget

someone loved her so much

that someone's extinct, gone

vaporized in d’ crematorium

In an instant she'll forget

our intimate association

uttering few touching lines

her anguish will be gone

shedding two drops tepid tear

her mourning will be done

by no chance, ever recollect

with me d’ journey performed

gossip will go, all around

its nice that he is gone

in someone’s hatred pyre,

he got burnt so often