Morning tea

By making their own ways,

enter my bedroom, 

the bright beams of sun rays.

I pull over the cover, 

and put on myself
so as more dreams may occur. 

As I hear chime of spoon
stirring in the cup,
have reason to get up soon.

The sweetest word of the day
I listen in the morning,
'tea is ready' my wife says.

My mind, soul and the heart,
even throat and tongue,
they all go happy and spurt.

Whenever she is not there,
difficulty comes for sure,

I have to myself prepare.

But it is very very rare,
she too loves to have tea
and this happy time to share.