Morning tea

Beam of sun rays
enters bed room making its ways
I pull cover over face
beliveing dream, it may

As hear chime of spoon
stirring in the cup
and listen 'its ready'
have reason to get up

My heart, my mind
even throat and tongue
as I wake, a cup of tea;
all they demand

Difficulty comes
when she is not there
though I don't miss
get up and myself prepare

poem by S.D. Tiwari
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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