Let me make tea for you first

Let me make tea for you first,

then you start a revolution.

I take the kettle in one hand,

careful,

my kettle has a crooked tail,

put it on the face of the stove.

Light a matchstick,

a red star on its cover

and the darkness of kitchen ascends above.

With shouts, slogans and war cries in the background,

I keep a constant vigil on the water that boils:

First the small drops bubbling out

then the bigger ones pop in

and in no time, 

I witness a mass movement.

Your talk about Boston Tea Party has no end;

But one thing I know,

Asaam tea is good 

boosts my mood.

I add a spoonful of tea and half a spoon sugar,

no spices, mind you.

I like it raw, unmarred passion.

I see the water changing its color:

Hues of a new sun or a dying one,

I am not sure.

The city bathing in the red colored revolution,

blood spilling over every gutters and sewers around.

You dreamt and told me about once,

I was so scared that day,

I hated all the bright colors.

Today I see 

tea is good for health.

"Hey, wait, wait!

First have your tea

then bring the storm home in the evening."