Morning tea
Beam of sun rays
enters bed room making its ways
I pull cover over face
beliveing dream, it may
As hear chime of spoon
stirring in the cup
and listen 'its ready'
have reason to get up
My heart, my mind
even throat and tongue
as I wake, a cup of tea;
all they demand
Difficulty comes
when she is not there
though I don't miss
get up and myself prepare
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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