Tea Stain Poem by Byju V
Tea Stain
I stare at the tea stain,
a broken circle, frayed edges,
sketching an abstract painting in the sparkling table-top.
The scalded tongue,
the unsteady hands,
the shock of sudden realisation.
I can now feel the
hotness of the full
cup of morning tea
I sipped long ago,
in a long forgotten past.
The beverage that
trickled down my throat
letting go of the dreams
of the night that was.
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