Coffee Mug Poem by Quazi Johirul Islam

Again, you bought me a new one, a beautiful one,
a very special one, with new features.
Not only hot tea or coffee remains hot,
in this special one, while drive I can hit cold
liquid in the car; I have lost all the mugs…

you presented me on my all birthdays, a
continuous endeavor to proof you love me so much,
you care me, I know you have bought again
and again, my favorite coffee mugs and every
time a newer, a better one and each time you
spent an affectionate lecture to explain me
all its newer and useful features.

But I know I'll lose it again and sip in your cup
as if merely I made a mistake while driving…

and again, I will remind you to use a better lipstick
that doesn't melt on my lips.