Teaspoonful Poem by Devanshi Khetarpal

Teaspoonful

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Twinning
Times are
Brimming.
Coffee sinks.
I drown.

Married
The man
Sitting
On the
Next table.

One
Coffee bean
Heartbeat
Fallen to
The ground.

Played
Two truths
And
A lie
With Spoon.

Cups,
Foamy innards
And
The scent
Of mouths.

Pictures
Hang on
The wall.
They don't
Like the floor.

Behind
The counter,
Something
Boils. You
Don't know what.

Footsteps,
Step out
Of
Quincunxes of
Coffee- unfinished.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ajay Srivastava 09 September 2013

Minimum cost and try to find out maximum profit,

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Dave Walker 22 August 2013

A great poem, like it.

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Gajanan Mishra 22 August 2013

behind the counter, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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