Tea - Golden Sip Through My Bamboo Cup Poem by PRATAP KUMAR Behera

Tea - Golden Sip through My Bamboo Cup
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On the terraced valley of emerald green
At Jorhat, I witnessed inside the contoured line
Many fingers touch you; curl you;
All of a sudden pinch you and pluck you.

Two leaves and a juvenile bud fill the empty basket
From dawn to the dusk with laboured sweat.
Clipped bud witnessed the play of light and shadow
Waiting for drying, cutting under mechanized whistled blow.
I wait for steam of golden sip'
One at morning one after hours of official reap.

Love for those nimble hands
Working near to the valley of Brahmaputra of undulating land.
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2026