'Tea began as a medicine and grew into a beverage'...somewhere in between it became poetry. And so,
When you were hungry
I felt parched.
Sprawling in the winter sun,
I peeled you
seedless and juicy,
lingering in the sauciness
over a parched skin.
A dry throat,
and a dry tongue later-
I dunked you
in my tea,
warmed by a ravishing Orange sun.
My cells exploded
my blood screamed,
as I drunk your drunkeness-
You stayed,
embedded in a thousand and one cells.
The tea flushed out,
a book ended,
you and I,
we Facebooked.
( Picture from the Internet)
© 2013 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
