The Old Man And The Tea

When sun touches the morning His dry lips stammer to say something Hardly perceptible to the outer world And hardly audible to near ones heart loved and revered For some are fast asleep in their alabaster chambers since long And some have deserted him that nobody knows when and how long And who is there him to listen None- - beside himself he is all alone With livid face And scarce able to wish A cup of tea at day's sparkle And at his behest emerges not a soul So holding a stick in his hand He propels his frail body and feeble mind To a near-by stall to beat his ninety summers day Of a morn so serene and Sunray Just leaving his brow to live in his eyes To venerate his day natal in grace and poise With face now so beaming And eyes so dancing And from head to toe aglow he is all With joy, delight and thrill "Good morning to you, Sir" Though we don't know each other I feel honored to say you so Please bear with my greeting with love and cares to Oh! no my dear I am honored instead When you wish me a morning so grand I must bless you with my glorious age That I am living with nowadays Though long gone are the days of my youth I travel miles and miles daily to stay full of youth Along I see lush surroundings of green corn fields, Beautiful landscapes, flowers, birds and trees Above sunny skies and around is the fresh and fragrant air That plays among boughs and under my nose from blossoms rare To drop in home, joyous home lodged in a dust's corner Where heaven and earth meet to make it holier And where upon Day-spring ushers in the love for tea That I share with my brothers, sisters and parent lovingly I could all see and feel but for a while Like a slumbering babe smiling at having a cup of tea at its will For the route I take is very short and simple Subtler even when I go and am back within eyes' twinkle Then with a pause falling into a minute's silence time he decries That has stolen his golden days and golden geese Oh! No God, indebted I am instead forever to thee For strengthening me to bear down pains of all outlived by me Oh! My friend, if possible bring me sunshine in a cup of tea So that nothing could prevent me from scoring a brilliant and memorable century