It is a cup of tea
over which I see
a lot of history
being the cup
how it came up
so beautifully made up
comes then the saucer below
being a lively one in a glow
holds the cup with a bow
the tea in it so hot
poured from a pot
brewing the tea leaves in short
likewise the milk from the cow
sucked out from its blood in a flow
pure white and snow like in hue
boiled to the temperature set
rises up like a cloud in an intersect
added with sugar be that white too
mixed in proportions rightful
the sip turns nostalgic and wonderful
the tongue laps it all around in a mouthful
the tea invigorates the body and mind with a heal
well, I drink my tea early in the morning with a feel.
Meenas Poems 