A Cup Of Tea Poem by Nazmul Haque

It is a perspective...your perspective, and so many others too, it negates all the strifes, struggles, fever and fret of life...one who does not have things to eat and place to live who cannot just take a cup of tea... the proteus of life never sits still, and one has to go with the tides-high or low...the pulse stays never the same, the heart does not beat in balanced rhythm...the remedy keeps on changing too... Life is but taking a cup of tea.. Living it in an easy and careless way... what if we read the word carefree instead of careless... this your poem leads us to think about Brecht's concept of a detached attitude where there is a need to watch the play having cigarette in fingers in an ease...without getting involved into the tensions of the sufferer (unlike the greek concept of developing pity to approach him...) well, your poem is like a first aid or a temporary pain-killer..after taking which we need to prepare for serious surgery in life! ! !