The Last Sip

Yes, the feeling of being thirsty

"it's weird"

they said, "there are so many drinks

lined to quench your thirst,

the bottle is just an inch far

and you can choose any flavor from that bar."

As usual he looked at all those decked caskets,

those filled with some hard moving effects.

His hands touched all of them

slowly, one by one

some he had a close look

some he left just as they were.

Wrapped in those colorful eye catchers

he could have chose any one of them,

but they were surprised, he asked for an ordinary drink

yes, an ordinary drink;

a glass of lukewarm water,

a spoon of honey and some drops of lemon.

"Hey, are you out of your mind?" They said.

"Does that lemon have any intoxicating effect?"

He just smiled and drank

little by little.

He felt the sweet and sour effect so deep

and replied to himself,

"Yeah, this is what I was searching for so long.

How could they forget this is the one,

even they search when they are hanged on."

With a faint smile again,

he looked at the glass,

rose his toast

and drank the last sip.