That Dirty Old Cup
I decided I will write a poem today,
Got up from my place, got a cup,
And a lemon and honey teabag
Made some tea, and sat down again.
As I placed my lips on the edge
Of this cup, I realized, it was again,
Just that dirty old cup, which I will
Never clean, I will never get up.
Copyright © Arastu Goyal | Year Posted 2023
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