Mornings are lovely sometimes

It's so easy for me to be distracted in conversations

Between a stranger like my tea vendor and me

He a man of various blends of tea leaves 

I , a flavour thirsty, tea loving, logical man of science

We both do meet halfway though, you'd wonder how

But a mind as curious as mine wants to learn

Raghu makes excellent tea and is a good soul

And I try to understand the nuances of spice and colour

He pours me a tall glass every few days when I visit

I most often prefer to brew my own tea at home you see

I have those who love the tea I make, and often visit for such

But my vendor surpasses my most excellent batch far too often