She Sells Tea Poem by Lovita Morang

'she sells tea'

suddenly a strong smell of tea
lurks my dormant memories...
thoughts from dead bed rise

I thought still still and still

Many a hundred times
a serene journey
And my halt in a hut

where a khasi kong sells tea.
The drizzle outside her hut
And the warmth inside her hut
My whole existence was poised
Between hotness and coldness
serenity in isolation...
from the burning fire
she pours the tea
smoke, fog...warming misty memories

the red tea in the glass
Dazzling like blood
This glass of tea-a life giver
For the little baby and the lovely lady
Fifteen to twenty glass if sold
For this life, she say, becomes a gold
heartless her drunk man had been…
she is happy now in this serene silence
since then she forgot and had never seen

the man she loved once..

lamenting her angst she would say

'breathing now like this is anothe chance...'
Her voices still pierce through the mountains
And echos in the mountains in my mind…
emboldening many a hearts in my heart to kill the gall

emboldening many a mountains to rise and fall...