Monday, December 16, 2013

A tea tale




'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

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