Most sit reading newspapers <br />Some come to buy <br />While some come to come to chit chat <br />Some just sit around having tea <br />That’s my village’s teashop <br /> <br />You see him bust with chores <br />Old, thin and stout he is <br />Running here and there between hot, frying snacks <br />When the work is more you hear him cursing <br />That’s our teashop keeper <br /> <br />Morning you hear beautiful songs, devotional <br />Then its time for daily local news <br />Coughing and sneezing all the time <br />Voice not at all clear <br />Popular he is, ‘coz everyone likes to listen <br />That’s our dusty old radio there <br /> <br />Children going to school <br />Wave goodbye to the old man <br />He then gives a broad toothless smile in return <br />Newcomers to village <br />Find their way from him <br />North, south, east or west <br />He’ll know it for sure <br /> <br />You hear the clatters of plates <br />At times loud quarrels <br />Then they all fade away <br />That is our village’s court, the same old teashop <br />Where our shopkeeper becomes the judge <br />Without any graduation <br /> <br />Rumours start from there <br />A day is not complete without them <br />Moreover, a day begins there for many <br />The tea stall, its keeper and the radio <br />Something we can never ignore………………..<br /><br />Reshma Dream Is Never A Crime................<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tea-shop-in-my-village/
