Tea Gardens (Chittagong)
Come share a pot of tea with me
My home is warm and welcomes thee.
A place called home where birds sing
Beautiful memories now it brings-
A garden where lush tea grew
Where women plucked the leaves to brew
Their baskets full of rich green tea
From dawn to dusk were on their feet.
The monsoon rain then trickled on leaves,
Which left an aroma in the breeze...
The clear blue skies on a sunny day,
A place called Chittagong I must say,
And miles away up on the hill
Lived a princess with her prince.
A mansion so big where love they shared
To none in history can it be compared.
Three beautiful children-the gems of their eye
Loving parents-were there to provide
Time flew by in the blink of an eye
Memories remain- and fond good-byes…
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is dedicated to my parents :) My dad was the Director of the Tea Gardens in Chittagong, I just have memories of my parents and I miss them so much.