Ode to Tea

A cup of tea

is a feel-good potion.

It breaks the ice,

it shows acceptance,

a symbol of hospitality.

It perks up moods,

prepares for the day—

a ritual since young age.

Some may like it

herbal or fermented,

I like mine

with milk and sugar,

with ginger, cardamom,

sometimes pepper.

A cup of tea,

with steam curling,

is a pleasure sensation.

The only beverage

I allow myself—

it can heal cramps,

or subside headaches.

It can evoke nostalgia,

especially on rainy days.

Friends may part,

but tea shared

will remain memorable.

Long after.