Tea Cha Aar Poem by Hasan Al Mahmud

I am asked like server if I am late
I am tutor but I am service guy
It is my haven when I cross their gate
I get them anger who my plodding deny

They ask me to make their own wealth rich able
They, but, insure only the time; nothing they see
They, when, get their result - say, “detestable”
Then they pay the dishonorable honor to me

I do not make! I make way; how to make
Which can give you tree, not only its fruit
How can you underrate? It is mistake
Honor me or let world be with no root

Remember, you are made I am maker
Neither I “Tea” nor “Cha” whatever you “Are”