In the stillness of the morning light,
A symphony brews in a teacup bright.
Cinnamon whispers, cardamom sings,
A melody of warmth, comfort it brings.
Golden hues dance in porcelain grace,
Steam rises, a tender embrace.
Ginger’s spice waltzes in the air,
With every sip, burdens seem rare.
Cloves and pepper in harmony blend,
Stories in silence they quietly send.
The world outside may storm and sway,
But in this cup, all worries lay.
As twilight fades to night’s gentle kiss,
The chai remains, a moment of bliss.
A simple brew, yet profound and deep,
In its warmth, our hearts it keeps.