When I looked in my father’s eyes,
with a foul smell in my mouth,
I made a promise to those skies,
to not to drink again till my last breath.

I sang apologies to him,
with no words and mind,
they came from my heart and whim,
the ones of their own kind.

Then I thought of future and asked for an exception,
to pardon this promise for wedding of all my brothers,
Then he said with a queer expression,
‘I know just a few of them, rest, who are allothers?’ :P