My Poison

Eyes stay half shut,

Until cup and saucer make that clinging sound

With fragrance filling the air

And throat urging for you, to get down.

You and I share a special bond

Of which I am undoubtedly fond I know you,

You would never let me yawn.

Being there for me,

From dusk till dawn.

Many would laugh away saying,

Who are you to me,

Just another beverage,

Named as chai or tea.

To those bull heads,

What would I say

For me chai,

Would be the only slay.

Not just a single flavour

​each has a splendid savour.

​Tulsi, Mulethi, Ginger ​-

Enhancing ​the odour.

Some drinks may try,

To your flavors and prices to compete,

Walking hand in hand with you, to know your secrets,

But you hold your place real neat.

Our Jon Snow of beverages

It discriminates none

Complementing all moods and every snack

Be it a biscuit or a bun​

Thank god I was introduced to you

Here I am, stuck like glue​

For me it is surely true

Who needs a dude

When I have chai,

A hot reviving brew.