Subimal Sinha-Roy Poet Rhyme

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Contest : Domestic Bliss

Sponsored by : Margarita Lilllico

Date : May 28, 2026

A Cup Of Tea

My sleep breaks every morning when I hear
the first chatter of a couple of playful pigeon,
from their nest made outside the window near,
I know it’s time to get up, take the new day on.

My heart then seeks the morning ritual not new,
of the uplifting feeling in the brimful bone-china cup,
my wife gives me filled with the hot reviving brew,
while from the welcoming bed I listlessly lift myself up. 

I enjoy the various types of tea and their progeny,
herbal, green, brown and even rousingly spicy, 
get delight from the flavor sonata in the sip of glee,
as with the flight of steam the specks of sloth flee.

Gaining pure pleasure from the convivial concoction,
I see the dance of leaves stirring the elixir of the tea, 
infusing the Himalayan fragrance in the elite potion,
as I taste enthralled the famous Darjeeling delicacy.

The aroma of the golden liquid awakens my sense,
and into an irresistible domestic bliss it sinks me,
turns me into an addict of its pleasure hence,
enthuses me to drink every morning a cup of tea.

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