।। ত্রিতাপহারিণী ২০২০।। T3 শারদ সংখ্যায় Dr.Piku Chowdhury

Afternoon Tea on a Working Day

In a cup of golden tea The aroma of a sun kissed bun; Milky musings swirling gentle The subtle saucer’s splendid turn- To balance the memory of afternoons In the grove of showering buds. Buds that craved for blooming grace Somewhere lost in a frenzied race. Languid moments in tinkling spoons Music in strange afternoons. Silent murmurs in mothballs white, Folded napkins hiding flight Of dreamy depths and yearnings strange, Fondly caressed by silent night. Swirling fog of distant hills Blending in the golden brew, Shrouds the twilight teatime talks Glittering dew on ferns and moss The obscurity of a passionate hue. The soft diffusing aroma Tilts the obscene blinding rays Tilts and turns the moment so Unchecked dissertations melt , Melting in the gentle mist Of rising smoke from teacups hot, Melting in the chimney smoke Of hilly log huts hugging slopes; Untold tea-tales, dreams and hopes. Bending moments touch and smear The fatigued eyes and hills afar How the unchecked scripts do blend The hills a long lost murmur send Rusty rustle of a buried tea-tale.

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