Rising sun inn
Written By Md Foisal Miah Talukdar After a long walk into the wilderness Tired eyes have found a place to quench my thirst at crimson sunset, is called ‘Rising sun inn’ Sitting near a banister with a mug full of ale Watching the barkeep is serving with a tale A world-weary old bearded man on a barstool Pretending to be happy and cool Gulping his ale From shimmering watery eyes on his face dictates all of the grieves he’s embraced May be because of children have gone astray Or beloved better half’s betray From nagging neighbours to the rising living cost Or because of the favourite soccer team’s recently been lost Hand sewn patches on ripped blazer That pair of boots have ne’er seen a glazer But life must have to go on Even though God puts on him thousands of tonne Who knows what he’s got in? But drinking gaily his ale in ‘Rising sun inn’