Dear Poet Friends, this was a comic poem written in a lighter vein way
back in August 2008, when ‘breath test’ was being carried out by the
Delhi police to check drunken driving. I was not involved, only my
imagination! Hope you like it. Thanks, - Raj.


      WITH  FRIENDS  AT  THE  CLUB!
That first large peg of whiskey gives you its
real authentic taste.
Two pegs seem too inadequate, and the drink
seems a waste.
After three pegs you begin to say now this is a
real drink.
For it makes you feel all at ease when into the
couch you begin to sink.
And with the next one, all barriers begin to
dissolve.
Your problems now take on wings, and there
is nothing you cannot solve!
And when your friends pester you for that
last one for the road,
You can hardly refuse them, though your voice
begins to choke!
Then finally during your drive back home when
the breath test on the road is done,
Those policemen look all amused, though you had
all the fun!?
You get a ticket, or pay a fine, or even land-up
in jail;
Promising to your wife all the while, that you
will never drink and drive again!
                                            -Raj Nandy, New Delhi