Tea
In the quiet corners of bustling streets,
Where the morning mist and sunlight meet,
There’s a brew that holds its own delight,
In every sip, a comforting flight.
Oh, Tea, sibling to Coffee fair,
In your depths, a flavour rare,
Born in lands where the dragon roams,
China’s gift, where the green tea grows.
From ancient times to modern day,
You’ve held a place in hearts that sway,
Aromatic whispers in a porcelain cup,
Inviting all to drink and sup.
Like a gentle breeze,
you soothe the soul,
In every sip,
a story told,
With just a dash of milk or none at all,
You stand tall,
answering every call.
In North India,
you reign supreme,
In every chaiwala’s worthy dream,
A potion brewed
with love and care,
Warming hearts
in the chilly air.
Though coffee may claim
its mighty throne,
In the southern lands
it’s well known,
Dear Tea, you too hold
a charm so true,
In every brew,
a piece of you.
So here’s to you,
in verse and rhyme,
A humble tribute,
for all the time,
For in your leaves,
a world unfurls,
Tea, a beloved gem
of the eastern world.
