After the TEA

After The Tea

The wind was sultry,
his eyes stood fixed in the horizon.
An orange sun kept falling due to gravity.
He had an earthen cup fuming hot in the air.



Next morning, 
early enough,
I saw the man again...


With the earthen cup fuming hot in the air.


After the tea he threw the cup


straight into the Ganges...
An auto rickshaw passed him by...


The sun kept rising all this while,
due to ANTI-gravity.
The Ganges never waits.


WITH TIME ALL ATTRACTION CHANGES.




A Sulagna Dutta Poem