Buttered Bread., Poetry

Buttered Bread.

Buttered bread is the passion of my dreams.

My morning simply lights up,

On envisioning it.

A plate of full of breads,

With a single layer of butter applied on it.

And if Ma puts some jam on it,

Then, any dance form will be short of expressing my happiness.

God, is truly merciful.

In less is his beauty.


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