Lovers and Strangers (The Tea Maker)

and behind the thin paper wall
in that dim shabby room
sitting upon my rickety chairs
they drink my rancid tea

only lovers and strangers
pass my hut at the foot of the hill
a lonely place for a lonely communion
a wilderness to pour out a melancholy conscience

only lovers and strangers
seek for a lonely place
where a homely soul lives
and not necessarily for my tea

poem by Monoranjan Karam
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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