Morning's Cup Of Tea Poem by Trailakya Roy

Morning's Cup Of Tea



Good morning,
says the dim light.
Look at outside,
All are bright.
A cup of tea
comes to my bed.
In the very morning,
Never a little late.
Kiss her lips
In fine morrow,
Taste her flavors
Forgetting my sorrow.
Kiss her again,
For her taste,
Pains and anxieties,
All are rest.

Saturday, August 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: kiss
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Trailakya Roy

Trailakya Roy

Jalpaiguri, West Bengal
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