A cup of hot tea in the cold morning
of Winter
after a mile of walk
along the green meadow
Where the tallest tree has its tallest shadow
I slowly sipped and sipped
A hot cup of tea
You were not with me.
I longed for you
As I usually do.

When the evening rolls in
A cup of hot coffee
Slowly I sipped and sipped
A TV soap engaged me for
a little span of time
I sipped the cup of coffee
And you were not with me.

You may be my wife
Or my beloved mistress
You may be anyone whom I love
My longing thoughts dearest for thee
When I sip a cup of tea or coffee.