The Fall Of Excitement And Anxiety
Jubaraj J. Baruah
Lit the stove with the gas lighter
Like now I wrote as a writer
Added water to the sauce-pan
Then a mixture of assam tea leaves and sugar
Allowed it to heat for a short span
The half made tea became so eager
He became too anxious, too ambitious
Baegan his metallic and rattling noises
A way of throwing tantrums at me
I nurtured his very anxious soul
With some amount of milk
Now he began to revolt as a whole
And pop up from the pan to burn my clothes made of silk
He tried to burst in excitement
And endeavored to dismount his load
I exhausted the burning flames
Left the tea full with shame
And drank in a gulp the cup of tea
And ended thus his excitement and anxiety
