Kashmiri chai, kashmiri chai
Its been so hard to say goodbye
Late night sips along the curbside
A sugar rush, only you could provide
Crushed pistachio pieces were perfect with thee
The sight of the cup filling my heart with glee
A companion to samosas, you were the perfect drink
Kashmiri chai, kashmiri chai, little did I think
A day would come where I’d have to say bye
A sad day indeed- where art thou, kashmiri chai?
awesome..just awesome
beautiful…i cried.
just beautiful.
the chai response:
you avoided me and so i’m gone
your sugar rush and highs are done
starbucks and carribou,
ha, tis the price you pay when you
audaciously drink lipton too!
cry for me, no more, you see
you did this, you all killed me
pakistani white-milk-tea
with english biscuits and crappy bree?!
keep this up and then you’ll see
no more culture, no more “me”
it started when you hung the loongies up
thats when you dumped out my first cup
followed by an acquittal of gowns and thobes
and a desire to hang metal on your lobes
punk rock, rap, country, or easy listening
each one was another christening
go ahead, leave the panjabis and salwars at home
no more east and west, we all are Rome!
Eid day comes and the focus is my new Tommy,
what happened to the day being spent with mommy?
her culture slept, then died, and now your on your own
don’t cry for me, you leave me alone!
i feel you homie
and @ wb ahahahhahahahah love it
that is the most absurd poem i’ve read in my entire life…..but in a weird way, its drama sucks you in an emotional roller coaster only understood by chai. Compelling and moving indeed.
Well played wb, well played.
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what is it with you and food?
lol, I dont think i’ve posted much on food…..and kashmiri chai is technically a drink