My Cup Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

My favourite cup is broken,
This morning I sipped tea from it for the last time,
In the afternoon it accidentally fell from my hand and was broken into three pieces;
So long it was with me,
Of late it was old but still very beautiful in design,
I always felt my cup added some special flavour in my tea,
When I drank tea from it,
Such a great love and passion I had for my small treasure.
As soon as it was broken,
They said to me,
"Throw it in the dustbin,
It's useless now, "
I became very shocked,
I never thought to throw it,
I never believed to leave it.
Though my cup is broken now,
Still it resides in my heart and will remain so forever,
It's living, very much living for me and never dead,
That's why I have kept the broken pieces of it in a safe place.
You may call me mad,
That does not matter,
But my cup, though broken, is immortal to me in the deepest cell of my heart.
A new cup, however costly and attractive it may be,
It will never equal or excel my old friend,
I firmly believe so.