Hard day.

I popped open the jar of coffee

With my head still groggy

And hair something close to an eagle’s nest

And from the silver well

Few innocent grains stared back

Clinging to round ring at the bottom

Trying not to fall prey

To the big white spoon

That’s been their jar mate all along

That was today morning

Pathetic scene in my coffee jar told me

Today is going to be a hard day

Not because I ran out of something

Because I could see sadness

In few lifeless grounds of coffee..

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