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Writer's pictureVivek Banerjee

Poem: You Were My Cup Of Tea

Have you ever wondered what the saucer thinks of the cup? While working together in a pair, serving tea with craft and care, can they ever fall in love with each other? Yes, I'm talking about a love story that would make a perfect tea time tale - a love story between the saucer and the cup!


This poem may sound absurd, but somewhere deep down, it delivers a message. A message that our lives are fitful and fickle - things can change in the blink of an eye.


From the very moment the saucer met that cup, their story began. It was smooth and gleeful, although inanimate, yet full of emotions - but alas - there was a sudden turn of fate. Their tale was cut short and was broken into pieces (literally). Their story ended the day the cup slipped off - life is fickle, life is tough. But the saucer, who still feels the pain of that tragic day, wonders why things never turned out her way. Every single night, locked in the shelf, she whispers inwardly, "Let it be" - to which her heart, always without fail, answers back, "You were my cup of tea!"



 

You Were My Cup Of Tea


I remember meeting you near the kitchen sink

Couldn’t be for thankful to the old Summer Sale!

You were shining like a pearl, still unproven and new

Tea will taste better when it’s served in you

And ever since that day, I dreamt of having you

I wanted us to become a set so bad

You filled with tea, resting on me

A spectacle for all the tea lovers to see


One rainy afternoon, we’re finally paired together

I met you and you met me

I was shaking with excitement, with happiness, and glee

And I shook so much that you spilled the tea!

But ever since that moment, we became a part of each other

You’re the cup, and I’m the saucer!

We’ve been held by countless new faces

You never complained about the warmth of the tea

I watched you go up towards strangers’ lips

And gently coming down on top of me!

I remember that old lady, who saw us for the first time

She said, “What a lovely tea-set, I wish it was mine!”

Early morning tea or an evening refresher

We’ve always been paired together


But then came that day, when things took a turn

Our gleeful story hit a major bump

I still believe it wasn’t my fault

As they washed me clean but didn’t let me dry

I was slippery and wet, begging to rest

If only they had paid heed to my request!

They kept you on me, and tried to serve tea

And just as I feared, you slipped off me

I saw you plummeting down towards the floor

You broke into pieces — you were no more

The tea in you splashed all over

And just like that, I lost my lover

They cleaned up the mess and took me away

And kept me gently on wooden piece of tray

But I was so broken, perhaps more than you

You were shattered, and with that, my heart too


I saw them making a fresh batch of tea

As my saucer friends were busy laughing at me

Heartbroken to the core, I cried all day

Still trying to process the sudden turn of fate

Our tea-rrific tale had the bitterest end

I lost my cup — my lover and my friend!




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