Aunty Tea To Bhaiya Tea Poem by Sase vardhni

Till nineteen I lived in home,
Even though facilities were provided at home,
I thought, home not a sweet home,
My preferences were not hand-some,
My rebellious tone was so rude.

Every morning I call out my aunt
Not only to convey my love,
But also to receive
To receive a cup of tea.

All I prefer to ask is
Aunty, tea
When she delays a little
I have,
Showed faces, not paying her the fee
Matured lady, smiles and places a cup of tea
What a great human is she.

Later days I need to shift to hostel
Not a day did I receive
A cup of tea
Every morrow, every morning, every evening
All I think is only her and I.
Like a mother she loved me.
Like a roe
Neither did I understand
Nor in return I showed.
Here I long for tea for sure,
This is one of my plights, my dear.

Every morrow, every morning, every evening
I literally buy tea,
Just by paying the fee
The fee for my tea.

Not lovingly commenting aunty tea
But,
To an unrelated shopkeeper
Asking, 'Bhaiyah Tea'.


Dated: 5.10.2015