Wine’s Woes

“Drink to me only with thine eyes: Ben Jonson.”

I don’t know why
People consider me a thing of scorn
Even though I give shelter
To the fatigued, dejected and mourn.

My presence makes
Even a pauper to prince
And bankrupt a man of means.

I have been made
For heal and medication
What can I do
if someone uses me as an intoxication.

Science and I are on the same boat
He was meant for peace and comfort
But warmongers and terrorists
Have changed his utter purport.

All is fine
Till I ‘m for bottle and bottle for mine
As I reach intestine
Cause all acts of libertine
And my possessor claims
To be founder of all axioms and doctrines.

Administer me as a pill
Then tell me how you feel
I’m not for those who rape and molest
But for them who climb the Everest.

I’m not for those who destroy and abuse
But for them who pacify and defuse.

If I have been wrong
Then bottle would have played havoc.

I fall into the grip of wrong hands
Who dream of palace
But live in the house of sands.

None can understand my agony and pain
So to all evils and ills, I’m synonym and refrain.