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Over a cup of tea


She looked into the image
to have a peek into and gauge
the person that looked back
to reflect on life, to take stock

the image appeared blur
and she couldn't see so clear
her eyes blinded by pain
of sorrows that pour like rain

As she ponders in silence
over her cuppa, hot and nice
mixed with milk and some spice
she knows then, for she's wise

only leaves that boil,
leave a fragrant trail
ready to make self avail
of tribulations and travail


A nice cup of tea is known to rejuvenate one's body, soul and mind. It unclogs closed pores in the mind, clears foggy thoughts, and charges one to take on the next chapter in life.

The above lines are in reply to Preeti Shenoy's third Tuesday prompt here


There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be much diminished by a nice cup of tea.  ~Bernard-Paul Heroux


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  1. Wow!!! You really have a flair for poetry Uma!!! Totally loved this :-)

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    1. Thanks Tan! you're being kind..:-)

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  2. So good and so true...is it the magic of tea that brought out this beautiful poetic note from you?
    Very well written :)

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    1. aah, yes the thought of magical tea..:-)
      thanks a lot, ME!!

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  3. Amazing display of thoughts and very well transcribed. Loved it Uma! :)

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    1. Thank you Rachit and many thanks for the follow too..:-)

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  4. Very nicely written > "only leaves that boil,
    leave a fragrant trail
    ready to make self avail
    of tribulations and travail"


    GBU
    Arti

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    1. Thank you Arti and welcome here..:-)

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  5. Lovely poem! And so true! :)

    Am loving these 'tea' posts on all blogs every Tuesday. Lovely concept it is! :)

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    1. thank you GND!!
      yes, it's a gr8 concept..:-)

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  6. WOW! you seem to be a poet eh? Loved it

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    1. hahaha..no poet and all..just simply putting down whatever comes into my mind..:-)
      thanks,RM!

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  7. These tea prompts are super fun ! Nicely written..

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    1. they are gr8 fun, Bhargavi..thanks :-)

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  8. I love Tea! And, this is so well written <3

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  9. A deep thought very well expressed :)

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    1. thanks a lot, Me!
      welcome to my space..:-)

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  10. I can just marvel at your thoughtful and articulate words for a simple and humble beverage like tea.. :-)

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    1. Hey Radhika, that is just very sweet of you to say such things..
      but thanks, girl! :-D

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    1. Hey Vidya, thanks a ton! glad you liked it :-)

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  12. Nice one Uma :). Tea is one of my favourite drinks too !

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  13. Woow... nicely written... so we have a poet in our midst :) That's cool!

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    1. hey Sulo, thank you so much!!!!
      ahem..well, I think you are being kind.

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