Tea Times With Mother

Tea times with mother are the best,

Talks of kith and kin from East to West

Putting worries and gloom to rest,

And lifting a heavy heart from mire to nest.

Two cups of hot chai, a small packet

Of Tiger biscuits we call 'the five-rupee packet'

Nom-chat-nom-chat-nom-nom-chat-chat

A laughter riot, later, a gossip racket.

Tea times with mother are always the best

Evoking a gay childhood, which now a mist

May seem, but seals my soul with memories so warm, lest

I forget on a rainy day, this beautiful conversation, it's zest.