In the morning’s gentle hush, we meet,
A steaming cup, a world replete,
Spices dance, a warm embrace,
Chai’s comfort, a tender grace.

Cinnamon whispers of ancient lands,
Ginger’s fire, a guiding hand,
Cardamom sings in fragrant notes,
In chai’s symphony, my spirit floats.

Each sip a journey, near and far,
A story told in earthen jar,
From Eastern hills to Western shores,
Chai unites, and love restores.

As day unfolds, my heart takes flight,
In chai’s embrace, I find my light,
A ritual pure, a moment’s peace,
In every cup, my soul’s release.