BARD IN A BAR

Never will I go on a date with a bard

And that too in a well packed bar

It started well with music and wine

Red roses set on the table to dine

How nice the ambience all around

My thoughts getting charged and loosening

the bonds

Red wine and red roses hitting the head

Eyes locked with bard ,heart bared to be read

Mind waiting for sweet words to emerge from lips

All he did was, swallow in gulps and me in sips

Being a bard I was told he would be oozing out poetry

Romantic ones never ever recorded as floetry

My patience now slipping ,took out a pen

And threw a challenge at all drinking men

All that needed were two lines of praise

For their sweethearts sitting face to face

The one who won would be pecked by all dames

And overnight his name would be in the hall of fames

Relaxed thinking this bard would surely win

Alas! bartender was the winner with a lovely grin

So deft was he that for every belle he wrote

All went home happy in their hands was his quote

My fault for going on a ‘bard blind date’

Sweet desires unmet, reached home late.

20/11/21

India

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