Being one with no glee...
I want a gush of monsoon air,
A tender touch of winter sun,
A comfortable rhythm of breathing,
And everything that makes beings
Believe that they are alive -
For those who keep
The felicity of their heart green,
Even while fighting for their lives.
Isn't it supernatural
How they just add
Almost four teaspoons of sugar
In this journey's bitter cup of tea,
And drink it up even without a flinch?
As if waiting for life until it's easy
Before deciding to be happy,
Isn't their own cup-of-tea.
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Remainders
PoetryA collection of poetry about the leftovers of human feelings. _____________________________________________ ** No part of this book should be copied or published anywhere else.** © Ipsita Mitra Pupu _____________________________________________ ✷All...
