It was a mountainous afternoon
near the canyons of Shillong
you then appeared with a smile soon,
carrying a hot kettle of tea we longed
with little burning amber
Great you were being a life changer.
sipping black tea
we had a nice chat
about life,
your sweat and scorching face,
spoke of a lot
about your fight.
Rosy cheeks and face plumpish,
ethnic beauty of khashi ladies,
couldn’t remember your name still,
but the aroma of your tea I always feel.
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