A pint of sweetness,
a pinch of spice;
An Ounce of life,
I have spent it all Wise.

It is truth, it is false,
It’s certain, but it’s fake;
An Ounce of life,
I have spent it all wise.

Have boiled for long on,
Into the cup have poured on;
Bitter it is like fate-
The coffee is deep and opaque.


It is straight, it is a maze,
To shed a tear-
There is a dearth of days
It is a tailor -
Entwining the threads of
Happiness unfazed.


A pint of sweetness,
a pinch of spice;
An Ounce of life,
I have spent it all Wise.
--------- A collective work of Am