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’
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’
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