I hold a cup of tea on one chilly winter morning,
I think, I think, I think
It’s time pass for rich born,
They just taste a bit and waste the rest.
A drink unites the whole family in middle class,
For them it’s a cold drink served hot.
Moreover, it isa lifesaving drink for a penniless person shivering in cold,
Which a needy housewife give to cheer his partner and a small relief from cold
And for me it is just another inspiration…
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