In the morning light, a whisper calls,
A dance of spices, a siren’s song.
The warmth of chai within my palms,
A comfort found where hearts belong.

Ginger’s zest and cinnamon’s hug,
Cardamom’s kiss in every sip.
Each flavor weaves a fragrant rug,
A tapestry where memories dip.

Steam rises like a misty dream,
Infusing air with tales untold.
In every cup, a secret gleam,
Of ancient stories, brewed and bold.

As twilight falls, the day unwinds,
And chai becomes a gentle friend.
In its embrace, my soul it finds,
A peace that lingers till the end.