At the corner of the road
within the premises of a Bank
a tea vendor has her stall.
A makeshift one polycarbonate
sheets as roof, a table with the huge boiler,
and six plastic chairs,
Her hands prepare tea and snacks
while her ears follow closely the gossip
that goes on.
A kind of search engine
akin to Google, she is abreast of all
events in the neighbourhood.
She wields an influence like a Councilor
turns furious when miscreants taunt her
A genial and a firebrand at the same time
Meenas Poems 