when the drizzling Sunday Morning arrived
and I thought
that a warm luscious chocolatey muffin
could give a good company
to the decadent latte
and I drove down silly
to the space where the endearing muffin
dictates taste and aroma
to the unwitting cup of a brown liquid
which had an ancestry of beans
not so long back
Muffin, all yawning and in its day dreams
was just out of the oven
not yet properly garnished or displayed
it was raw and fresh and kind
suddenly everything became uncluttered
and the naughty glimpse of the sun
dislodged me completely
and when I came out of my reverie
the muffin had cleverly melted in my soul
Sunday mornings can be so appetizing!
This post first appeared on Listless Dawn - Poetry By Sandeep Kulshrestha, please read the originial post: here
