Glass And Drink Poem by Khalid Rawat

Glass And Drink



My thirst is great so I don't care
Much about the glass in which,
You offered me my share of wine.
For Glass is neither poor or rich

What glass has brought my share to me,
Has never been my true concern.
I bother only for the drink,
That rests my thirst and gives me fun.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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