In the amidst of a tea garden of confusions
Me, standing like a tea-cup
Under the sun with sweat of water
Mother plucking my talents of tea leaves
Choosing the assured ones from the basket of thoughts
Making a coarsely powdered of choices
Dropping two spoons of it in my mind of cup
Adding her blessings of milk and wishes of sugar
Bringing out of me a sweet tea of output
Earning the taste of many loving hearts