Cutting chai at dawn....

Cutting chai, and this post by Kavi

(photo by Kavi)
An externally darkened
alluminium
dekchi
boiling angrily
some water,
with attitude
and noise,
on a kerosene stove.


Some leaves
dedicating their aroma
to the erupting water,
sweetened with
some sugar,
all awash in
the milk
of human kindness,
as
the corner chaiwalla
gets operational
at dawn.


Opaquely clear glasses
waiting for
the nectar to pour;
he lifts and strains
the bronzed, gingered
cardamomed nectar
and pours it
cutting the stream
into two glasses...



Cutting chai,
one always shared
in two glasses,
and some smiles
shared with the
chaiwallah
as the sun appears on the scene
demanding his share....