Breakfast and Bed
A freshly made waffle
Topped with whipped cream
Blueberries and chocolate
I see poetry on a plate —
A cup of hot tea
With a touch of cardamom
And a streak of sunshine
Peering through the kitchen blind
There’s a rapturous warmth
In this cold Sunday morning
She sings melodies
In a husky voice
“Come to me, come to me”
I listen in delight
You snore and I toss myself
On the bed, in turns pushing
And shoving you aside
I cannot sleep
Quiet!
Bad habits stay long —
What will you say
When I vanish
From your side one day?
© Sadaf Munshi
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