Cups change consecutively.
Sizes and shapes sizzle.
Their fame flies fabulously.
But the aim remains
The same.
To judge.
To prod.
To test.
To pick and choose.
To move on.
Taken in
by the glamor
of a glowing glass -
a crystal,
a piece of metal.
We bend over backwards.
Striving hard, to gather something
we do not deserve.
What is a cup anyway?
A piece, a part of life itself.
Magpie Tales: Winner's Cup


