Another Point Of Time

I smell the fragrance of festivity.

I smell the fragrance of peace.

Somehow, I find serendipity

Even during the freeze.

Maybe, I should have a cup of coffee

But oh! Not so much that it affects me adversely

And raises the level of anxiety

In my mind, spreading throughout my body.

Or should I grab a book

Just to take a look

Or should I let it stay just there,

Its cover becoming cold with the mist in the air?

How should I spend the most of these moments?

Should I write or should I rest?

Maybe, I should keep doing what I am

I will think about these ‘should’ s at another point of time.

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