Scholars thirst for knowledge
Time sears fast, year after year
I struggle my days waiting for the tea man.
Ticking in patience, perched on a chair
My mind hovers to the office pantry
To instinctively pick up a cup
At 4 o'clock in the evening
It's a pleasure to hear
'Chai' is here.
The pain of writing is great
The thought of earning bread sucks
Learning new things everyday is the only gain
In the end the extra sweetened tea help me survive the storm.
Money never matters in the past nor now and may never
Had learned the art not to want more than a stick
To shoo away scary street dogs sometimes
But now, for good or for worse
I am addicted to sweet tea.
I do thought serving tea
As a profession is so monotonous
Yet counting the waiting parched people like me
I realized it is too much fun as a profession and worship
Admiring how people are ready to lick even the cup.
Though the world may seem like hell to martians
Getting bored and cursing never helped me.
If I were to die today for some reason
