The Tea Garden Poem by Nirmita Roy
The Tea Garden
I was driving down a tricky hill,
Sighting all the plains and the mill.
I spotted few cows feeding on hay,
And some of the bull carts on my way.
Out of blue I saw a garden,
And a group of lass carrying flasket.
They plucked the tea and gathered in it,
Their work was swift yet neat.
Though I drove and went ahead,
That scenery tripped down my memory lane.
- Nirmita Roy
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