A Cup Providing Solace
It's a night on tea cups, 
life evolving from nostalgic summers 
whose flights are as similar as wings and kites, 
Backinto the black saps, tea leaves, 
the remains of the circumstances, 
It waits for the mixture of sugar and the milk 
to enhanced the flavor, 
back from the boiling water, 
apart from the stove, 
I‘m availed of luxuries 
the body can afford, 
All the comforts of 
the temporal home can offer, 
A cup providing solace, 
Grand inaudible noble thoughts, 
of the circumstances, 
I am giving what's due 
as life gives back, 
the pleasure of the moment, 
aromatic blend of exultation 
sans the callous outrages 
The only time in the world is at peace, 
believing something's right 
in spite of the killings and life's extinction, 
Belonging as advocate of
my hightend stereo sets, 
that vocalized romance, life's mysteries 
and the sense of justice, 
It can be lonely here sometimes but music 
calmed the unpleasant thoughts
to the erase this painless amnesia, 
Made body more amicable, 
to the lost souls, fathers, sons, and daughters, 
of disrupted lives, 
 despite's their good intentions and 
as defenseless as l am of my own situation,                
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