Glass of Wine
A fine wine
With glitter on its top
A transparent glass
And a floor well mopped
What else do they need
It's the wholesome joy
It's the cause of smile
Just like the kid's when he get a toy
But it will never last
As it will fall down one day
Leaving broken remains of the glass
For whom we will pray
Copyright © Disha Maharaj | Year Posted 2023
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