Green tea....
Curly steam dancing from the hot Tangkhul pot
Moving up without hasitation
it dances and swings along with the air
not knowing its nearing to end
Alas! it went off
but left its earthy fragrance...
thn the old man pour it in an old tumbler
he sips one after another
and watches his memory playing
vivid before his wrinkle eyes..
Curly steam dancing from the hot Tangkhul pot
Moving up without hasitation
it dances and swings along with the air
not knowing its nearing to end
Alas! it went off
but left its earthy fragrance...
thn the old man pour it in an old tumbler
he sips one after another
and watches his memory playing
vivid before his wrinkle eyes..