Faith is revolving around the lines of fear,
and vice versa.

The cup of tea that I sip shows me that it's not up to the mark.
I advance an insight into the effects of its ingredients,
wondering why it doesn't have an exotic powder of hope.

But the color and texture of the tea are just fine,
suitable to showcase among any of the magnificent dishes.
So, I added a little mixture of hope to it.

Yet, there is the revolving and exchanging shape of faith and fear.
It has important ties, searching for some perfection.
But disappointment knocks it off with its swirling surprises.

For the enchantment of any endearing good act,
the shifting shape of fear and faith exchanges again,
appearing with its faithful, spreading sway.

The secret rainfall of life wants to offer hopeful instances
while one drinks the cup of tea that is sometimes not the adjacent choice.

©shivpoetesspriya