puneetsingh
Putt punjabi
Taking It To Your Lips,
With A Measured Beat;
Sip By Sip
You Emptied It,
Before Leaving It
On The Window Sill,
Nonchalantly.
Its Cold Contents,
The Lees.
You Didn’t Even Care To Look.
Were I Yours Just A Cup Of Tea!
With A Measured Beat;
Sip By Sip
You Emptied It,
Before Leaving It
On The Window Sill,
Nonchalantly.
Its Cold Contents,
The Lees.
You Didn’t Even Care To Look.
Were I Yours Just A Cup Of Tea!
