Ghalib delights me
Faiz he does smite me
With words and verse
Dear heart
Much as I practice
Much as I rehearse
I cannot give a voice to
All my joys and the hurt
That in my life assailed me
When my friends had failed me
To a few good lines of verse
I was not averse
Their internal logic
Their rhymes did me nurse
My heart to some health
The cards that have been dealt
To me.
Yup, those guys were losers
Dealt with users, abusers
I too have friends
Am used to no end
Despite all the bluster
That I chance to muster
I can always rely
On my well-read eye
A good line of verse
When IÕm feeling worse
And the words said are terse
I surely do love, these
Poets, these losers
These beautiful boozers.