Euphoria in a Tea Garden

Euphoria


Stealthily, I crept up to the tall tree-top,
And, sat reclined in the cozy loft.
Tuning pages of legacy, ‘The Saga of Indian Tea’,
My mind diverted by the tweet of myriad birds.
I glanced from the heavenly machaan
Acres of undulating tea bushes lay onward.
A goblet of sizzling first-flush from the emerald lawn,
I sat snug on the tree-house, gazing at the divine dawn.

Horizon dipped in lavender splash,
Dam-Dim Estate draped in awe-struck flash.
Chic Swiss country-house veiled in misty streak
Orange coppice, crimson orchid fringes the nearby creek,
Ethnic cuisine, colonial suites, carpeted jade tea-brushwood
Sinuous rivulet Chel brimming in classical rosewood.

As I stood by the brook, to have a lucid look
I heard a placid din. Was it the trumpet of the wild?
Beyond Chel, I stood beguiled.
Their trumpets ricochetted with the adjacent mountain range.
Hiking downhill, I felt blessed, wasn’t nature’s obscurity strange?