Tea

A friend and her statements inspired me behind writing this

At the end of the month

I can afford nothing but a cup of tea.

At the corner of the street,

In a paltry shop with a broken bench outside it.

Would you still sit and kiss those earthen cups

As affectionately as the wine glasses inside the locked,fragmented room?

Would you accept the cheap poetry and a few flowers plucked from the neighbour's garden 

and smile the same

When you receive those imported chocolates?

I cannot offer a roof above a vehicle in hot summer afternoons

But a black umbrella that would refelct light when you walk beside me.

But would you even walk a few kilometres to save that last penny for the beggar who is begging for it?

He can offer you nothing but blessings.

Like I can offer love.

Author's Note

I hope you all will understand the hidden meaning

Reviews

[Bushra Naqshbandi]

Powerful comparison of love and wealth, actual happiness over happiness which is an illusion brought by gratification of our vanity. Beautiful expressions! :)
Powerful imagery (as always) :)

I cannot offer a roof above a vehicle in hot summer afternoons
But a black umbrella that would refelct light when you walk beside me.

Beautiful lines. Absolutely beautiful. A walk with the one you love would give happiness beyond anything in this world. This would be appreciated only by those who know how much love matters. It is both a question as well as an answer.

I absolutely loved this poem. :)

[fattycbreezy52]

yes,you are right.Love matters a lot.It's not just a matter of saying.It's not only an emotion.It has its own power and intensity.It can emit pleasure or be full melancholic.But it is gripping!You cannot escape from its clutches.Even pain in love is a sort of pleasure:)