Long back,
I was working in a tea shop.
Every morning, She visit our shop
She likes our tea
I always prepare special for her lips
Though, she was a Manager of an institution
she treats me as her friend
Whenever she was absent,
I think of her, the way she sip the tea,
the way she hold the cup and
as she sip, of the faint half-smile of her lips.
And I know her exact combination of Milk & Sugar
When she drinks, I can see her soul in her eyes.
I thanked the women harvest the slopes
for the sweetest leaves on Nilgiri's mountains.
She got transferred,
But the cup remains my treasure,
It bring her memories,
back to me…
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
Long back,
I was working in a tea shop.
Every morning, She visit our shop
She likes our tea
I always prepare special for her lips
Though, she was a Manager of an institution
she treats me as her friend
Whenever she was absent,
I think of her, the way she sip the tea,
the way she hold the cup and
as she sip, of the faint half-smile of her lips.
And I know her exact combination of Milk & Sugar
When she drinks, I can see her soul in her eyes.
I thanked the women harvest the slopes
for the sweetest leaves on Nilgiri's mountains.
She got transferred,
But the cup remains my treasure,
It bring her memories,
back to me…
