An empty cup of ‘tea’:
This gives me chills and accomplished desires, looking at the emptied cup of tea.
It had once watched me through my eyes and took the pride in my passion to have her sip by sip.
Now the worthy dusky maiden has gone through the metamorphosis of my leisure alluding on the longing of my nerves for her.
O’ fair maiden, my dusky maiden! Why art thee called ‘Tea’.
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For that name – as overpowering as the touch on my parched barren lips across the welcoming oasis.
The aroma of elaichi succumbs to your wild wild being, yet that is your remnants to make me honour thee.
This emptied cup of ‘tea’, an encomium of my darlings’ wild wild ubeity.
Thou’ spirits lurk through me, quenching on my thirst for another cup of ‘tea’.