Small Pleasures

Small Pleasures

That cottage lay huddled in trees
mangoes and jasmine and chrysanthemums
and the scent in the tea of all of these.
And the tea we drank on that day
as if drinking tea was all that was there
 to life and the cottage on that day.
There we needed no ceremony,
the kettle that danced and sang away
the song of steam, the aroma of tea-leaves
over-burnt as they stealthily flew
over to jump into the quivering flames of the crude stove,
the cups and saucers with broken ears and the edges dashed away,
grown wiser in the hands that served
the elixir of life, day in and day out,
to whoever came to rest for a day.

Sameer Koul originally shared:

Hope this is in sync with ur requirement of that lovely poem😊😊

Sameer Koul's photos