GLASSES & WINE

Shayam

All good men leave for the best,
It’s a noble job to decline 

You used to have that insanity,
That my sanity took as a sign 

Said we’d glimpse towards the past,
Once the future had become mine 

Dear forgive our tendencies
Man often pretends his divine 

Distance, Shayam, is a lifestyle,
Clink the glass but don’t sip its wine