it was a plastic cup
the most mass threat of earth
but ter was a cofee
tasted
and every body feel to cry
that wrinkled plastic one
even in dropped
it has sinking in sweet memmory
bcz
it used by a human
white colored one
collected by a begger girl
to recycle.
some times the fate willbe
become glass again
coffee again......
good morning
1 comment:
this is one of my favorite among all your poems-
it goes beyond the personal.
it belongs to the world.
keep writing.
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