A Poem-a-Day-Keeps-the-Bad-Guys-Away

Minimum of one dose of poetry a day for one year proves to keep all ailments of psychological and spiritual nature at bay. Dr. Melai

Saturday, September 18, 2010

A Meditation for Tea Ceremony

Braille.
Read black
Broken cups
The Widow's hour
Glass chipped
handles...
with care.

Written like braille.
Rough hands
Read with taste
Red faced...
this song of cracking.





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