Carefully being held:
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I’m a beverage, supposed to be hot
They always keep me in a cold slot.
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This is the first time that I have ever read a poem of this magnitude. Who would ever believe that a glass of alcoholic beverage would evolved into a great write. Only you my friend Amitava would conceive this. The liquid when it is in the glass looks pretty and seductive. When it is sipped and enters into the belly it bites likes a serpent. The last line is to the pretty direct. Very good.
The fantasy that is alcohol as it makes us into what we think we should be, as it plays with our emotions, but in the cold light of day we are left without any notions! ! Superb write very original and sassy! !