Devanshi Khetarpal

Rookie (17th March 1999 / Bhopal)

Teaspoonful - Poem by Devanshi Khetarpal

Twinning
Times are
Brimming.
Coffee sinks.
I drown.

Married
The man
Sitting
On the
Next table.

One
Coffee bean
Heartbeat
Fallen to
The ground.

Played
Two truths
And
A lie
With Spoon.

Cups,
Foamy innards
And
The scent
Of mouths.

Pictures
Hang on
The wall.
They don't
Like the floor.

Behind
The counter,
Something
Boils. You
Don't know what.

Footsteps,
Step out
Of
Quincunxes of
Coffee- unfinished.


Comments about Teaspoonful by Devanshi Khetarpal

  • Rookie - 91 Points Ajay Srivastava (9/9/2013 4:21:00 AM)

    Minimum cost and try to
    find out maximum profit, (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,722 Points Dave Walker (8/22/2013 4:34:00 AM)

    A great poem, like it. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 32,519 Points Gajanan Mishra (8/22/2013 4:31:00 AM)

    behind the counter, good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013


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