Waiting for myself At the evening tea While the spirits Cannot find me Have gone to trace back In the memory lane The shadows as if were seen Pale, pensive as well as keen Like the demeanor of the waning moon And even its tail was lost soon As the vapours of the cup Sip by sip it risen up While the skies look all amazed A puff of steam has effaced The distance of unfathomable suit And the aroma of sunny persuit Took my langour at its boot To search inwards about the roots Moon was blazzen with more light To me sitting happily at my side Next time when you hold the cup See the miracle while it's sup #toyou #miracolas #yqmirage #yqme #theminingmoon #eveningcup