Chai:My unearthly companion

You have been my favourite since I don't know when!Be it anytime of the day, you have been with me through it all. From helping me wake up early to helping me survive through late nights you have always been my loyal friend.

That's how you helped me through:


Giving a glance to my copper kettle 

In my favorite mug, while the world still settles

To the chai I wake up to every morning

I already have the half of you  while I am still yawning

 

When my mind is all at sea

Only thought that pops up"brew up a tea!"

The lingering aroma embalms my soul

absconding my melancholy,as a whole

 

To my useless tedium, the best way out

Always my favourite without a doubt

You apparently grew up in a wilderness

But your propensity to enshrine my disposition,so finesse


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