Tea Poem by mazHur Butt

Once upon a time
during my younger days
Tea was my favorite drink
Black tea with milk
or as it is called English tea
I would sip sizzling hot tea
before anyone else could sip
even a half of his cup
I loved tea which was bubbling hot
rich tea with good color and flavor
tea which could brew up in a few minutes
a tea which could soothe the nerves
and brighten up the heart
Nothing tasted better than such a 'tea'
brimming with these qualities and more
which used to be the hallmark
of the art of my diddle girl friend...