Warmth is the contour of heat;Â
history is a contour of usÂ
A kettle is an unborn fireÂ
Fire is a relative of the sunÂ
The sun is a stove of the universeÂ
Tea is a tincture of thirst;Â
tree is an umbrella of the grassÂ
Sugar is a prism of tasteÂ
Tea cup is a desire of the palmÂ
Water is a cousin of ice:Â
a relative of fog & steamÂ
Every drink is a silhouetteÂ
of a cravingÂ
Desire is proportional in springÂ
A factory is a penumbra of ironÂ
Tables and chairsÂ
are shapes of tea clerksÂ
A church is the shadow of a tea labourerÂ
Two leaves and a twig are three eyesÂ
of a Hindu godÂ
Rains are sweat of a hot summer;Â
the sky is a curve of the earthÂ
I am the shadow of my sonÂ
The monsoon is an umbraÂ
of black airÂ
A sprinkler is a translation of rain;Â
Indian Ocean is the shadow of the Himalayas at dawnÂ
and so forth and so onÂ
I searchÂ
more such similes and analogies standingÂ
at the gate of Danguajhar Tea EstateÂ
in spring
Sekhar Banerjee is a Pushcart Prize-nominated poet. Â The Fern-gatherers바카라™ Association (2021) is his latest collection of poems.Â
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