Dear, at the end of the day
will I get a piece of air?
If didn’t come to the home
As a vagabond
If my name is deleted
from your yellow diary
what do you do then?
Night melt like an ice
In my blood,
blurred my face
In dust water of the pond.
dividing me by zero
You get infinity
the somnolent universe
There was fake affinity
Dear, at the end of the day
will I get a piece of air?
Think, I am lost in the city
mossy time surrounded me
You’re locked in four walls
taciturn air can’t breathe me
what do you do then?
I want a cup of death
a pinch of fire.
Dear, at the end of the day
will I get a piece of air?
Poem,©copyright,chitrak,2021
A Cup of Tea 