Tea Gardens (Chittagong) Poem by Meena Mustafa

Tea Gardens (Chittagong)

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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…

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.
V P Mahur 26 February 2014

lovely poem Dear meena. keep it up. I would feel obliged if you read my poems

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Md Asadullah 25 February 2014

Beautiful memories presented through this poem, thanks for sharing!

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Meena Mustafa 25 February 2014

This poem is dedicated to my parents who are now deceased. My dad was the director of the Tea Gardens in Chittagong and I miss them so much.

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Indranil Bhaduri 26 February 2014

Memories..description... intenSity...romance....nature...feelings...blend...i Live it

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Patricia Grantham 01 March 2014

A beautiful tribute to mom and dad blended with the sweet essence and aroma of tea. I happen to like a good cup of tea it is very soothing to the mind and soul. You so eloquently described you love for your parents and secondly in your tea. Bravo!

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Saadat Tahir 28 February 2014

Nostalgia is potent enough on its own...and when you add to it the heady times spent with parents/pals...it becomes a hugely emotive mix. The lines are very nice and a pointer to the lovely shade of parents one remembers all ones life BUT … the greater point here is your poetry... I have been an ardent fan of it for years now; as you know, so well! You should devote more time to poetry and surely publish with pro help. I have no doubt your poetry is in a class of its own; it’s exquisite simple charming beautiful....it’s a potpourri of an aromatic herbal garden with just the right mix of eastern incense and whiff from a fast track star buck’s stand. You would do good to listen and start on your publishing pathway, where surely you will receive the same accolades that you received in your career otherwise or continue to receive for your cakes and many other pursuits. GOD speed girl, I am proud to be a pal. :) Same'ol sat

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Marcus Mckinley 27 February 2014

this is a nice tribute to your parents. full of inagery and aroma.

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Valerie Dohren 27 February 2014

Very sweet poem Meena, and a lovely dedication to your parents. We Brits love our tea, too! !

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Anil Kumar Panda 26 February 2014

What a beautiful ink! ! Loved the flow and honesty.Keep inking Meena.

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