An aromatic fragrance spreads,
As the tea leaves brew ,
A symptomatic anger reads,
As the mind boils.
The bitterness lurks in the lips ,
As you sip,
The remorse sets your mood,
As you brood,
The intake of tea rejuvenate,
The body
The outburst of anger destroys ,
As indignity crash,
Enacting a demonstration,
Of a vociferous reaction,
Causing a terrible collision,
Rendering a serious concentration,
Of conflict and controversy,
Ascertaining a destruction,
Of soul and spirit.
Brewing tea needs special skill,
Bubbling anger restricts the will.
Settling a macabre turn to thoughts
Meenas Poems 