The Taste Of Tea Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni
The Taste Of Tea
‘You carry me, and my load of tea,
I torture you, I do, '
Said the cup to the saucer,
It flings a taunt.
The saucer does not respond,
It is neither a vital accessory,
Nor the one that protects the cup;
It collects the spills.
There is a connect;
Both, from the cup and the saucer, tea is sipped,
Those in the know say -
The taste does differ.
We all have our function, some more necessary than others, but all work for the collective best. So then the saucer protects the lap!
Yes sir its something like tes from a earthen cup and a porcelain cup...it do differ. Even like food cooked in earthenware and handolium vessel. Perfect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 8:47:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hot and cold from cup to saucer.