My Cup of Tea
The Cup of Tea
Shook hands with me,
"Hello, how do you do?"
I could not make A "namaskar".
He gripped my fingers
Licked my lips
entered my mouth
pressed my tongue
Burnt my throat
I swirled deep deep
In the cup of Tea
A cube of sugar.
The telephone went on ringing.
My cup of tea has drunk me to the lees.
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