Leaving no vestige of
terse, futile stay,
He excused himself from
Being water, sun, dirt
To a flower blooming.
Letting her averse parture
Be unattended. Leaving no
Memory traces. A twin
To another cup of tea t’was.
Same teashop, same
Salesman… same…
Wait, tea wasn’t the same
And cup was sinfully different.
He craved for one more,
cup, minute, hour… of
The same taste, scent, touch…
What time do you close today?..
Silence is not enough…
Tomorrow, has to be checked
for… schedules burst…
Delight, never there…
Never, take cup of tea
Flippantly. Cherish it.
Like everything else,
He thought…
Through a cup of tea
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