Chai - The Indian Tea

Raging fire,

On it the pan,

Elated water,

In goes the affable milk,

Some sugar to sweeten,

Now the cured leaves fall,

The passionate brewing colour,

And then;

The fresh hilly aroma,

As it jigs,

We all wait.

Gurgles into ~

 A poor cracked glass

or a black tin can,

or a fair, crystal saucer,

No difference it makes,

Impartial always ~

In being a pauper’s only food;

or a rich evening sip,

Bestows blissful relaxation,

Infusing energy,

It tastes the same to all.

How much we could learn from this ' Chai' ?

Celebrating 15000 visitors with the quintessential "Chai"

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