It’s Not My Teacup Poem by Dr. Richa Tewari

It’s Not My Teacup



It’s Not My Teacup

In darker mornings more than a winter night,
In the war of ideas than an army’s fight;
I wish a lantern of hope would glow up
As I know stars are not my teacup.

My injured heart pierced with thorns,
My life craving for fragrant morns;
I wish a petal of bliss would bloom up
As I know spring is not my teacup.

Into the boiling ocean of tears,
In the jungle of hazardous fears;
I wish a dew of spur would grow up
As I know chivalry is not my teacup.

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