a coffee less bitter

a hard knock
on failing the test
over and over again
i lost the fire
and no matter how much firewood
i put in the hearth
fire does not get ignited any more
is it your curse for not respecting
the need to fuel the fire i had ignited that day
may be i deserve it
that will make the meditations less wrinkled
coffee less bitter
and perhaps the shadows of the mango tree
less obtrusive
let me live in the shadows
i am extinguished
and ash of smouldering coals
may be gathered
and offered to a river
which has decided to pulverize
all the rocks in its way
shouldn’t it be that way

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