(2nd July,1986 / Bahraich, India)

My Tea Cup

O, thou look me as a cup of wine,
As the reflection of my soul shines,
Or a good poem with delicious lines,
What is thy like? But thou surely mine.

Thy every draught gives me pleasure,
As a drunkard finds in drinking hemlock,
And find from the world sometimes I leisure,
And feel so power to clash the rock.

O, thy tender fragrance runs inside of me,
And really gets my sorrows out,
Then I experience so much freshness and gee,
And compose what getting out sorrows shout.

As a parserby seeks relief under a shady tree,
Or a dolphin delights in only sea,
Or a lover enjoys to his beloved to see,
And I gain all happiness in only thee.

I feel proud when to thee in cup I hold,
On taking thee, beyond horizon I behold,
And thou dear to like precious gold,
After having thee, I feel more witty and bold.

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Comments (5)

Another great expression Mohammad! Your style of writing reminds me of the great Shakespeare! Very nice.
Another great expression Mohammad! Your style of writing reminds me of the great Shakespeare! Very nice.
Other than the old English, this is my favorite one of your poems. It's very well written :)
I like this poem because I saw myself as a cup of tea too, you have a huge imagination if you can do that.There is a magic in tea, I am sure about that. Thanks for sharing thoughts through poetry.
You used symbolism really well in this poem! I doubt I could have portrayed myself as a tea cup any better!