Category : Poems
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The boiling of water in a saucepan,
Happiness comes on my face by the arrival of milkman.
As the water boils, I add tea leaves in it,
After that, I mix sugar to make it sweet.
By pouring milk, it changes its color,
Cardamon and ginger gives it a whole new flavor.
To blend the flavors, I stir it once,
It boils and flavors begin to dance.
When it becomes yellowish brown,
I turn off the gas stove's flame.
Then I filter it through a tea strainer,
And I serve hot tea in my cup from that container.
In my lawn, I rate my tea as an expert,
I take a sip of it to quench my tea's thirst...
hello everyone, In asian continent and in Indian subcontinent, tea is more than a beverage... it's like a tradition and religion for the tea lovers... their day starts with a sip of tea and ends too with a sip of tea... In this poem too there may be some errors but now I am trying hard to improve 🙏😍
May 23, 2021