।। 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.