A Cup of Tea

Isaw her scampering away splattering dust with her tiny feet as she hastened to catch the speeding bus. Briskly she moved into the crowd, with her eyes peeled for someone who'd buy a cup of tea from her. With her head raised towards HEAVEN she casted a glance at the passengers barely seen through half-opened windows. She banged on the glass pane, demanding an instant payment for the cup of tea sold. Another hand gripped a kettle spouting steam that flashed every time she stood in that wintry beam. I too asked for a cup of tea. she stood on tip-toe and with her grimy hand offered me the steaming cup. This ephemeral acquaintance intrigued me to behold her childhood slaughtered by cruel civilised human hands. ALAS! she didn't know her lost days shall never travel back.