Black Tea

Black Tea prose poem

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Years have rolled by,
But my relation,
With you,
Never ceases to amuse me
Your scent and sight,
Makes me feel bright

Some like you light,
But I like you dark,
And strong

Some like you cold,
But I like you sizzling,
Steaming hot
Especially when ill,
I like you with basil
On some days
Mother brews you,
With dried ginger
Some days
She spices you up,
With a dash of pepper

Anyways, a sip is all it takes
To give me a kick,
And gets me going,
To face life’s jerks,
Reviving my tired senses,
Relaxing my nerves,
And energizing my mind

I fancy you,
Every morning,
And every evening

How can I live without you?
I have grown up,
With you
Soothing my soul,
Each day of my life
Drinking nectar,
From your cup of happiness,
That brims over,
Into my life!

Seasoned with my mother’s love
You make your way,
From her tea pot
Straight into my heart

Thank you,
For being there
Each day of my life!!!

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God's child. My parents are my inspiration. Nature has been my teacher. A self-learner who loves being in the wild, and enjoys the company of children and animals..Since I am blessed with a beautiful life, I love to share my happiness with others. Oscillate between extremes of being an introvert and extrovert. Solitude beckons. Silence is my strength. It calms me down but there are times when it drives me crazy...Passionate about teaching science and performing on stage (only English plays). Though I never pursued it. Love being on the radio...Child at heart...Materialistic pleasures don't intrigue me...
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