tea by the roadside…..
I wonder often why walk a milex
Just to sip a glass of tea
Is it because the tea is so tasty
Or is it the tea maker's smile?
He is one special tea maker
Like his kettle he whistles sweet song
No wonder why I walk so long
Is he also a day maker
He greets me with his 'kaise bhai'
He knows my mood, if I am sad
He swings his arms, also my heart
Like his tea my heart goes high
Is it his filter or his measure?
Many blends, but knows clearly mine
His cup of energy, aroma fine
Pure magic, I surrender
He is himself a news broadcaster
Politics, sports, local incidents
He is update on all the events
He always has news to cheer
Is he a filter, only good percolates?
No extra fee for his greeting
No extra fee for his smile healing
Just a fiver for the lingering taste
Everyone has his role to play
In making for each other a sweet day
It little matters if you make tea by the roadside
Or rule a country like India wide….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem