O, thou look me as a cup of wine, <br />As the reflection of my soul shines, <br />Or a good poem with delicious lines, <br />What is thy like? But thou surely mine. <br /> <br />Thy every draught gives me pleasure, <br />As a drunkard finds in drinking hemlock, <br />And find from the world sometimes I leisure, <br />And feel so power to clash the rock. <br /> <br />O, thy tender fragrance runs inside of me, <br />And really gets my sorrows out, <br />Then I experience so much freshness and gee, <br />And compose what getting out sorrows shout. <br /> <br />As a parserby seeks relief under a shady tree, <br />Or a dolphin delights in only sea, <br />Or a lover enjoys to his beloved to see, <br />And I gain all happiness in only thee. <br /> <br />I feel proud when to thee in cup I hold, <br />On taking thee, beyond horizon I behold, <br />And thou dear to like precious gold, <br />After having thee, I feel more witty and bold.<br /><br />Mohammad Muzzammil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-tea-cup/
