A mug of coffee,
innocence in your face
air full of chatter,
are my memories of happy days.
A change in season,
joy on your face rests.
Bitter is coffee,
now I find that tea is the best.
A mirror behind me,
your cheeks full of stains
I don't look at you or behind that day
image of coffee mug drenched in rain.
A change in situation,
tea- A cup of tasteless beads
no warmth, no sweetness left.
Coffee is what i need.
But, the coffee is spilt,
the mug broken.
All lost in guilt,
left are the words unspoken.
Aditi Khandelwal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/left-are-the-words-unspoken/
