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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Poem- Salt Poet- Aditya Aneek Reciter- Shimul Mustapha In a book fair, theater, cafe, on the first day of Bangla calendar, around the festive Valentine day An ordinary boy is he, if one overlooks his insinuating efforts to catch a glimpse of her attention She, as per beauty and diva goes hand in hand to fashion and attire, fits entirely an adjective In a flock of Butterflies, among a group of youngsters, The boy is an utter misfit, an outlier Even though he, a lion heart, approached her one day at last, “Will we have tea together?” With his brave proposal in, utterly astonished she pondered for a while,then surmised, “let’s go.” Sitting with her, face to face, he had a butterfly in his stomach With his dry mouth, he sipped his cup of tea and then, “Waiter, please salt, here.” With astonishment in her face, she asked, “ Will you have salt in your tea?” The boy answered, “Yes, I was born around the seashore, along the salty foamy sea waves. Once I have a sip through the salty tea, I see my village, picturesque And the faces of my parents, floating around with the salty foamy sea, floating far.” Silent a soul, she, heard the boy, and then replied "I have never been to the sea, my home lies there in the mountaintop." There, the subtle clouds touch there in the gentle most surreal, as a feather of a bird The mountain and the sea, closely knitted there, day by day, a story , dense in heartfelt warmth Then a marriage, a nest, at last a duo, aged through the grace of time passed. The old man, before dying, handed the old lady a letter to request, “Open once I‘m gone.” Once he died, the old lady, opened the letter, It had this written there "I never could take tea with salt, ever A startled one, I, stumbled in mumbling then , with salt, to ask sugar in stead And then had an immediate cover up story of that type, to en wrap. And so, had the forty years follow through with cups of tea with a pinch of salt. The salt tea made by you is sweet." The old lady went to her neighbors one day. They served her tea. She asked, “ A bit of salt, please.” Astonished, the neighbor asked, “Will you take salt in your tea?” She replied, “Yes. The tea with salt is sweet.”
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