Men who sought the drive pills, with sin
Written allover, their lips had an impish grin,
Have now stopped coming back
To the chemist, to fix the slack
Now they queue to get a pack of Chowmin.
Some lines from my book ( SO I USED GRAY AND OTHER POEMS) and there after....( Anyone wanting to grab a hard copy or pdf can mail me at < chakrabarty.amitava@gmail.com>)
