In the golden glow of morning’s light,
A cup of chai, a pure delight.
Cinnamon whispers, cardamom dreams,
A symphony of warmth in fragrant streams.

Steam rises softly, a tender embrace,
Inviting solace with every taste.
Ginger’s spice and clove’s gentle cheer,
Weaving magic in the atmosphere.

In the quiet moments, chai speaks low,
Tales of distant lands and fireside glow.
Its tender touch, a calming balm,
In every sip, a soothing calm.

So let us gather, in chai’s embrace,
Finding peace in this sacred space.
A cup of chai, a heart’s own song,
In its warmth, we all belong.