Into a pot of boiling water
you throw a slice of ginger
or a pod of cardamom may be,
in an urge to sip monsoon ecstasy….
Unwinding down the road to past,
of laughter, joy so selflessly passed
“Joy Da…five cups of tea please !!!”
With luchi-ghugni,
such eternal bliss….
In the days of glory, in the days of rot
In the nights of love and dreams you sought
When friendship meant the world to you,
In everything the heart could pursue….
The water boils; you add the leaves of tea
Shoving away grief…so gingerly!!!
Oh! You forgot the milk and the sugar
A moment more, the tea will be bitter
And to strain you rush….
Sipping through the flavors of Earth, Monsoon strengthens
with a gush
Life seems so dear and wily,
Ah! Over a steaming cup of tea….
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