He make daily new promises ,
which are meant to be broken ,
by every evening with the new bottle ,
but she has dared to keep patience,
that ,
one day he will change ,
into the gene of men ,
from that all day drunkard .
He needs money everyday,
doesn't work anywhere ,
but know how to manage ,
rupee for that sweet poison,
he fights ,
to get himself to the shops ,
their he consume but what ?
that duplicate , local and cheap one ,
which can damage his health ,
badly sick him ,
and even can make him to sleep ,
forever .
After filling his stomach ,
he returns ,
but cannot handle the ,
bicycle .
Sometimes ,
I get the news that ,
he had fallen on the road ,
three or four should carry him ,
to the home ,
he even get injured ,
but next day ,
same thing is continued ,
again ,
again and ,
again .
In drunk mood ,
he talks rubbish,
started to act funny ,
even he abuses me ,
but next morning ,
he confess me that ,
he had mistaken ,
he won't repeat this ,
but after sunset ,
his sun rises ,
which ask for ,
providing black water .
But I believes in ,
God ,
his rules and jobs ,
assigned to each fellow ,
like me ,
I won't give up with this man ,
I will keep trying to change him ,
to the last day ,
when my soul stood ,
last of this life .
P