Tea Poem by Saroj Padhi

TEA

Oft have I thought
of giving up tea, but never could able be,
for a morn sans a cup
would lone rail platform be;

the smell rising from its steams
awakens to a new life,
to a completely new day
replenishing the spirit
with its hiss
and warm lip-kiss;

the heaving kettle tests my patience
at waiting for the ultimate sip
to run down the spine
before I break open the sleep,
to come out of the blanket
of a short, sweet death
to prepare way for the new leap;

I grow passionate about its everything:
for at all crucial times
with me
it has been a true friend
of worries purging me;

some say it's a toxin,
some say it's good, euphoric
with excitement to fill thee;

at times of solitude
feeling the silent beats of my pulse
the rhythm of the sad song of my heart
it pours joy
filling my being
with the drink from its warm stream.

Saroj K Padhi