COLD TEA

Something very beautiful
Happened this dainty morning
Romancing in the bright summer
With revered brew of the tea

I happened to catch
The sight of a happy family
Stuffing into the economy class
In their 99' made Maruti

With all distresses unfettered
Yet a lustre in their face
Of the pure, beautiful gold
That is this life with depravity

Uncomfortable and congested
At 20 kilometres an hour
I watched them fleet by chattering
About who knows what may be

And thence arose in me a want
To find some room in their discomfort
That I too have known some time
For all that remains is just cold tea

-K.G