Ode To Tea Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

O Goddess of my heart!
May thy priest play his part!

Each heart pays you tribute,
Angels bow, fairies salute.

Incense rises from cups,
Eyes bend, souls search ups.

In each mind you have a shrine,
They love you but hate wine.

When Bacchus gets tired
And vanish joy hired;

When he wants to take rest,
Thou are the companion best.

When laborer's hands exhaust,
In thy search eyes are cast.

Minds exploring worlds vast
At your door bend at last.

Hut to heaven you rule
Humble wise, haughty fool.

No one says 'no' to you
You are the Goddess true.

Gone are days of Diana,
You are worshiped in china.

Your reign will never end
As long as stars beams send.

You give grace to Majesty
Round you sits humanity.

O soul's soul! so supreme
Better than charming dream.

Lips don't part from thy lips
While eager heart takes sips.

Gold and soil worship you
You are the Goddess true.