Tea Womb: Mute And Mysterysome

Plain pure wish waters

Boil to that painless point

When embryo bubble

Inside mother tea.

Unaware of the worldly cups

Wherein is it going to get poured?

How will it be sipped?

Welcomed or will be nipped?

To catch tastes of brutally bored

Mother tea mocks back at buyers.

Grinning with graceful frowns

Leaves itself to its tasters

Whether to wash hands off

Or to generously gulp it down.