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My Bar

My bar is unique

A bar-less bar

Whoever joins it

Becomes a star

 

The rich or the poor

The Civilized or boor

Feelings don't injure

Equal treat assure

 

Color or the creed

Country or breed

Such ideas don't feed

Serves without greed

 

Bathed in divine light

Its visitors don't fight

In their drinks delight

Here Santa's gifts blithe

 

Bar girl in divinity shines

Serves the 'Soma'* divine

Come here, dance and dine

Ill wills to Krishana** consigne

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Indian
Published
Jan 17, 2012
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* The divine drink offered to Hindu gods as oblation.

** Lord Krishana of Gita.

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