At The Teashop Poem by Keshab Sigdel

At the teashop
They come every morning
For yet another cup of tea
After rounds of tea at their homes or elsewhere.
There is nothing special here:
Yes, Mithila vaujau still remembers the etiquette of a business—
She'll smile indiscriminately
To anyone
Who comes at her teashop
Except those days
When a customer picks up a paper
At the teashop
And recounts the news
Of the scarcity of LP gas,
Or increase in sugar price.

They come and talk their business,
Their new boss in the office,
Or the communist party in the government.
She has nothing to do with those talks
But she still loves them
Because she practices the business etiquette
To love things
That brings profit to her.