Script Writer | Poet | Baker
A coffee mug once stood by the window sill
Hot it was, and hazy was the window near it
I found myself stare into this for long
I wonder, do me and coffee mug work hand in hand
For it makes me think always
Think of all the past and the future
Some imaginative stories and other interesting theories
Sometimes my lips break out to a smile,
Sometimes they create hazy eyes
Me and the coffee mug that day
Just stayed there for hours to come
Till my cat seeking comfort of my lap
Knocked both my thoughts and the coffee down.
Invited by: Harshita Sharma
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Day | Followers | Gain | % Gain |
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November 24, 2023 | 253 | +3 | +1.2% |
November 15, 2022 | 250 | +1 | +0.5% |
June 20, 2022 | 249 | -8 | -3.2% |
May 14, 2022 | 257 | +1 | +0.4% |
April 06, 2022 | 256 | +1 | +0.4% |
February 07, 2022 | 255 | +2 | +0.8% |
November 23, 2021 | 253 | +1 | +0.4% |
October 15, 2021 | 252 | +3 | +1.3% |
September 08, 2021 | 249 | +173 | +227.7% |