The Morning Cuppa

# Day 3 for Write Tribe Festival Of Words # 4

The mind is blank,

So are my thoughts,

Eyes just stare into the sky,

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry,

Overwhelmed they say I have gotten,

Worrying too much

Reacting often.

I know it’s wrong but can’t I just be

Someone I want to see                                                        

Though I have waited all these while

But never received in return a smile.

It’s only for the first few hours

Then nobody,

Not a single one cares.

Even I have wishes

I have expectations

To get adored

To feel loved.

But it’s only she who gets,

All the attention

And levels up my stress.

It seems as though I do not exist

Even when it’s me who holds the gift

The gift mankind has been gifted with

Well may be by chance

But it’s not a myth.

It’s something you savor

Go crazy if you don’t find her

As if she’s the only one who reliefs your life

Forgetting that I too strike a chord

Holding her with my strong arms.

Giving her the support

Letting her stand

Burning myself with her warmth,

For you to feel the morning chill

To live every moment

To enjoy the trill.

It’s great that you adore her dear

At least give me a look that you care

Coz it’s Us who make you alive

Brushing off your stress

Rejuvenating your life.

I hope someday you

Fulfill my wishes

And

Shower some love
On Me....

Your old forgotten,
Morning Cup


                                   

                                     

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