Story of a sugar cube
Among others of my kind, jostling for space
I had lain, proud of my form and white surface,
Yet within my structured crystals , I thirsted,
To know sweetness, I felt existed,
Until one day I was picked up,
And dropped into a steaming cup,
And as I was stirred into that hot brew,
Lost the form and color I knew,
Dissolving thus to sweeten another's cup,with love,
I discovered the sweetness , that I was made of.
--shubha
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