The plate is about to fall


It was a plate on the verge of a table,

A half of its body edged out and  a half

comfortably placed on the brown surface.

I was sitting on my round stool, sensing the cool,

of the ceiling fan and calm aftermath of a morning walk.

Human life is like that plate on the verge of life

A half edged out of the world and a half

comfortably destined to be in heaven.

There are many other things on the table,

a laptop, its cover, and inter alia

all of them are well secured on the fragile plastic

table, and this poor plate is anxious of its plight.

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