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A CUP In the mornings we see the beautiful sun rays, Hoping they will enlighten our days. Starting each morning with a cup of tea, Keeping us awake enough to stand with thee. Life as a cup acts the same, Playing the same kind of game. Life enables me to live, Stand next to thee. A cup which is filled till the brink, Like sweet life in which we drink all.
A cup which is just a container, Although it contains all moments of life. A cup which is small, Full of moments which await a call. A cup which is full, Having loads of experiences to go through. A cup which is hot, Bursting from within with loads of anger. A cup which is cool, Making our days beautiful to live. A cup which is warm, Enabling you to deal with that is to come. A cup which is round, Making moments to return again and again. A cup which has a handle, Allowing us to control it. Sometimes it is out of our reach, And we are not able to take care of it too well. A cup with a drink, Whose ingredients are to be filled by no one else but us. A cup which we fill, Making it bitter or sweet.
Sins put in poison, Killing us from within. Lies put in a guilt, Which ruins our self respect. Sometimes we make it too sweet, That we can't stand with our feet. We fly in the air, Which generally is rare. People put in smiles, Making us walk along them for miles. Admirers put in surprise, Enabling us to feel special all along. Hard work put in achievements, Increasing the number of precious moments. Special ones put in love, Making us dream all day.
A cup which when spills, Ruins everything. A cup whose heat is unbearable at times, Causing jealousy even anger and whines.
I wish thee to hold this cup too tight, In order to control it right. I wish thee luck to take care of hot situations, Not allowing the spill and burn thee.
~Deepi~
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