Written by Pravin Kumar
She claims to be
A tea lover.
Drinking only with
One flavour.
Without spices;
Without pure milk.
A little strong
On the palate.
She nudges not
From her mixture.
Always loyal to
Her special brew.
Her ideal concoction
Is hard to figure.
What is certain;
She knows her blend.
The perfect tea
Of mysterious end.
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