Right through the morning,
the cups handle was held,
guided to, and fro..
The just made, hot tea,
with its sweet fragrance
tingled the senses within the mob
due to its innocence, power to attract.
Its age neared, as noon approached,
its powerful fragrance started to wither,
it was no more, a child .
Its ever sweet fragrance
had to work its way to charm the choosy mob,
who once found it to be amusing,
for it was then, a Child, no more.
Then as the night approached,
so, approached the cups end.
the wrinkles appeared
as the thick cream started to float
The darkness, it seemed, had swallowed the cup
for all was left in it,
was the dead residue
of the once cared for tea.
-rohan
