by Naru Dames Sundar | Sep 9, 2017 | Poetry
Cup of Tea Naru Dames Sundar A cup of tea lies in a treacherous cleft of quiet neutrality, Oxford china perched in the hands of the lapel-starred general, Sitting on dust clotted wicker in the veranda (not his veranda) Of her house. Her — bone weary, trembling, hidden...
