Hard work is poetic
In a sense
That
When a man sips
His first cup of tea
We click him
With our cliché
Terming him, with emotions
Coloring him, with our thoughts
And a deep sense of romanticism
Presenting it
As fruit of our labour.
But Hey!
Wait a minute
Did we forgot
Or failed to remember
That his first cup
Came after some hiccups.
Unlike us
Who tasted tea
Before we clicked
He’d clicked himself out
Before earning his tea.
© Tarun Mitra
2 comments:
Is that photo by you? awesome !
Dear Paresh..all the photos in this blog are by me, unless otherwise mentioned.
:) Thanks for the compliments
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