A Cup Poem by TADASHA TRIPATHY

A Cup

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A cup on the table
Still waiting,
Waiting and waiting
To be filled up
By a hand inspring.

But look the fate of it
When ever is filled,
Some space left
To be filled again
Again and again
Due to the fear that
A Drop may overflow
Out of it.

Thursday, August 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: visionary
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TADASHA TRIPATHY

TADASHA TRIPATHY

Sonepur, ODISHA< INDIA
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