Before I die

I want to have chai

To bust this cold

A nuskha* so old

It puts to shame

All new fangled norms

Just a sip of chai

My ancient heart cries

No garnish no embelish

Let me simply relish

The golden brown liquid

A little strongly brewed

And that slurp to overcome

All the dramas of life

A mere drop of chai

My thirsty tongue vies

When the water boils hot

Then let the leaves flop

Into that stained pot

Oh! Please don’t clean the spots

They are there to remind our lots

In pain and pleasure

In busy-ness and leisure

How it gave us company some

That cracked pot of chai

I’d like to hold high

On summer’s crispy days

Drenched in rains’ play

As spring sashayed by

And autumn left a sigh

We dealt with the vagaries of mausam**

With a kulhar***brimming with chai

Our only and lonely stand by

Waiting for the bus

Or in the midst of gupshup****

When theories became thoughts

When deadlines became wrought

When bends and turns and boughs

Made us cry “Enough…!$!“

When strangers friends become

That steaming smoky chai

Made us wryly smile

Now as days rush by

Staring at the sky

My fetish for chai

Knows no bounds …Oh come!

Why don’t you add some

Crispy crunchy fries

With that fateful chuski*****of chai

I wish to bid my last goodbye

Footnote :

Nuskha – Antidote

Mausam – Weather

Kulhar – Earthen cup

Gupshup – Chitchat

Chuski – A delicious sip

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About gc1963

A working woman with interests in reading, writing, music, poetry and fine arts.

13 responses »

  1. I hope you don’t have a cold

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  2. Rupali's avatar Rupali says:

    Love this poem. The rhyme, the moments and the sip of chai all blend so well.
    According to one of my cousins refusing a cup of tea is nothing but a paap 😁😂

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  3. Veerites's avatar Veerites says:

    Love this as if I accompany you

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  4. Sadje's avatar Sadje says:

    Love your poem with desi touch. 🥹🥹🥹

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