I poured some tea for Saturn last night,
He stirred it slow, gave me a fright.
'Still broke? ' he smirked, with rings in tow,
'Don't rush the bloom — you've seeds to sow.'
Murugan popped in, riding his peacock,
Told me to chill, not watch the clock.
Kali showed up, wild and grand,
Wiped my tears with her fierce hand.
They all had jokes, they sipped and laughed,
"Your soul, " they said, "is one rare craft! "
"Let humans miss it, let them sleep —
Your worth, dear child, runs far too deep."
So here I sit, no gold, no crown,
But I've got gods who come hang around.
While others chase the world's applause,
I have tea with time... and bend its laws. ☕
By: - WIN VENTURA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem