My Cup of Tea
Within in me I have the power to move mountains
One strike of the pen and a whole city disappears
Another strike and a world is created
I can make elephants, lion and zebras come to life
And then dance together through the night
In my pages I have captured the bird's song
And I have tamed the Call of The Wild
I have infused each poem with a feeling
So that they are like different teas sitting in a cupboard
Each with a different purpose
A poem about the moon is Chamomile, soothing and mellow
Whereas a poem about a cafe would be Vanilla Comoro, sweet but strong
And so, each day I drink poetry
One poem at a time
Just to feel it