Sugar cubes in a bitter mouth - Rahul Pillai

A Saturday night, a cloudless sky,

I am losing my patience with the time pass by.

Ready for the booze, to hit the dance floor,

till I get notorious enough to be shown the door.

“Its Freshers folks!!” read the banner,

a night during which many were under my scanner.

From the skimpiest clothes to the most revealing clothes,

Every bit they resembled Adam’s Eve, covered just in leaves.

Waiting for their date, with flowers in their hand,

our guys appeared as polished as a wet crab on sand.

A big hole in their pocket, at the end of the day,

Thanks to the big chocolate bills they had to pay.

On a hilltop, the party went on whole night.

Into the darkness, rushed few couples, way out of my sight.

Self explanatory, I guess, the reason for their darkness venture.

A medical shop, they needed the most, for a noble cause I had to censor.

A night made possible, by the Xtra-C team,

Cheers to their efforts, may they live upto their dreams.

On a night when most of us came back empty-handed,

A few fortunate ones were actually happy to be stranded.

And for all those who on that night missed a feather in their hat,

Don’t worry, don’t regret, just remember that,

“No matter we win, no matter we lose,

Let’s be happy with our fag and booze.”