The Full Glass
with the palms closed
arrived holding within
an invisible empty glass
destiny made for me and
time passed I saw the glass
taking shape of my life that I
promised to fill up with joy and
bliss as I travel the path God has
paved for me and at the end of
the day I will pour the ethery
gold of fulfillment from the
beams of the last rays of
setting cold sun in the
twilight hours and
fill the glass to
the brim to
keep
my
p
r
o
m
i
s
e
I made to me
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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