The Tea Seller

Exhausted with my never ending journey,

of exploring 'the chip' my payable god.

Interacting with the elements of nature,

seemed a more viable option.

When i was totally in my head,

I saw a young tea seller .

More young than you can imagine,

and sufficiently old as far as you can see.

A true picture of pure honesty,

an innocent face, unaware of the cruel world,

more involved in his customers,

than the gossip roaming around,

was a perfect example of beauty in dark.

His eyes were full of dreams,

dreams which make you feel great,

dreams who motivate everyone to move in life,

dreams which are meant to be fulfilled.

But I doubt that his dreams would ever be completed!.

Carrying the heavy weight of curly hair,

he became a patient of national disease.

What was his sin,that

he became a poor,helpless child of the nation.

Putting away harsh realities of society,

I called him and asked for a cup of tea.

Leaving the nation problem,on the

nation's shoulder itself,

I came back home,thinking

who would help them?