Tea Plucking Girl Poem by Abhinav Baruah

Tea Plucking Girl

Rating: 4.9


While morning sunbeam
Evaporated my dreams
Journey through green
Tea gardens and serene scene
A cup of green tea should be a rejoinder
Romantic morning reminder
I kissed fervently hot
Little tea plucking girl with her sun burnt face
Appeared in window sill
Looking at my steam struck eyes
“Dear poet
Wish you were not kissing on my blood and sweat”


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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kranthi Pothineni 06 April 2010

Nice piece. Painted well.

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Lathaprem Sakhya 07 April 2010

Dear Poet Picturesque in its conception yet an ambiguity that nags one.Thats what makes it great.Thank you for inviting me to read your poems dear poet.

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Mohammed Hassan 07 April 2010

Dear poet, this is wonderful poem i like the mood, the timing, the words and the spirit of your romantic deep feelings big ten from me 10+++++++++

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Anonymous Butterfly 07 April 2010

I liked the lines: Tea gardens and serene scene. And: 'Dear poet, Wish you were notkissin on my blood and sweat.' I really enjoyed reading this poem. It reminds me one of those Japanese Geisha Gardens while they're drinking tea and feed the fishies. So peaceful. It makes you dream. I'm gonna add this poem on MyFavoritePoemList. Keep penning. B.B.

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Hema Thasapalan 07 April 2010

thank you for sharing, its a good description of Tea plantation and the toils.

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John Shea 15 April 2010

I shudder with the thought of kissing a tea plucking girl at my age. She would certainly give a country boy like me chicken skin..10 to you Ab.

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Dr. Sonal Chhaya 15 April 2010

well expressed feelings of love...Thanks for sharing

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Rinki Nandy 12 April 2010

is this about helplessness or pleasure? or simply about life in its ironic and sarcastic form which whether happy or sad ends in an undefined balance.

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Sujit Sinha 10 April 2010

I believe we should bring back rhyming in poetry. Good attempt at that. Well conceived poem. Good.

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Rajaram Ramachandran 09 April 2010

It is the irony of fate that one should labour for the pleasure of another one. But one should learn to respect the labourer.

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