This is my tale of a chai wallah
Met on an Indian train
If you've heard it before forgive me for
You are going to hear it again.
We are travelling on an Indian train
The only non Indians there.
A chai wallah's moving down the train
And I guess you know the score.
He's calling out to sell his wares
So this is what we heard,
"Chai, chai, chai, chai."
Moving down the train.
"Chai, chai, chai, chai."
Closer all the time.
"Chai, chai, chai, chai",
Until he got to me.
Without the slightest hint of pause
Or any break in rhythm
He changed his call
As he went by me
And this is what we heard.
"Chai, chai, chai, chai,
Chai, chai, Tea, chai, chai".
He changed his call from chai to tea
Just as he went by me.
Two nations tied together
By so much history
I hope we share our humour
And it's funny to him
As to me.
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Second Wind
PoetryHighest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.
