Sip In Silence Poem by Sumita Jetley
Sip In Silence
In a quiet alley, lights aglow,
A tea shop waits where soft winds blow.
Plants sway gently, peace in the air,
A moment of sukoon, free from care.
Tasks and lists fade into the night,
Decisions bloom under soft, warm light.
In the stillness, courage is found,
To step into the unknown, unbound.
A sip of tea, a heart at ease,
In choices made, we find our peace.
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8/29/2026 1:26:36 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
I love this poem. And the tranquility of tea. Though I don't understand your note; why are we Machines? (With a capitol M, at that)
In day to day life, Rebb we just act as machines. That was the intent. Thanks for loving this poem.