A warm cup of tea stroking the heart

Lips stroking the warm glass of tea and upping the chin to feel the joy,

to feel splatter of droplets of rain.

Heavenly bliss that makes the heart content and jumping in gay abandon.

Outside, vile men and women are fighting each other, hell bent to destroy happiness of fellow humans.

They know no happiness and simplicity is their foe.

After all, a modest cuppa tea stewed with love is beyond their comprehension.

Stone-hearted beings shall never derived the joy of sleeping peacefully at night.

Their evil actions shall haunt them to no end.

Simpletons sleep their way to bliss in their thatched huts and stone beds.

Not everyone can reap blessing of the Gods of rain,

it’s in our Karma.

Simple joy and happiness in life,

it’s an osmosis that we reap as we move beyond deceit for we know it shall never harm and destroy us.

A belief in small things for the kind-hearted and pure soul,

As I sip my glass of the tea in the furious rain.

With Love



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