Walk

Walk across meadow
Not even my shadow
Would like to accompany
I and my sins only
Lonely

Afternoon tea

Sea of green,
Hard work unseen
Dripping sweat
Effort great
What is grown
What is sown
Never drunk
Never sunk
To those dry lips
Tired, nearly broken hips
Arrival of thousand ships
For places afar, to sail away
With million bags of tea
On the mighty sea
In few days, weeks be
Adorned in a beautiful pack
Delicacy sack, expensive rack
Newest fad, buyers glad
Stamp says, ‘fair trade’
from all that, money made
who benefits, who is screwed
whose children sleep without food
While you admire
the crockery, with utmost glee
along with your afternoon tea