"A Cup of Chai" Written & Produced by Quddus Mohammed
O’ wind! when the memories come striding up the stairs
Take me to my portrait of gilded rim
In the space between lovers and friends’ intimate
Holding its breadth by tailors’ pins
O’ Time! I trust not you - you change a thousand times
My friends are true companions for life
Like my shadow never they leave my side
A passing angel once said- these
friends are rare to find
O’ Reflection! we’ve grown old as friends together
Making funny faces in the mirror
I hide my age to flirt with a thousand girls
But I see the wrinkles on my friends with pride
O’ Soul! wrinkles grow on the shell like an art
Silent tears buried in the poet’s heart
Don’t visit me, my friends, to the insane home
You shall be a pain to young nurses in the senior-home
O’ Friends! If ever tomorrow we’re not together
There is something you must always remember
My glory is not in the grandeur or treasure I leave
It is in the virtue of jewels like you
You have helped me move my home
Will thou help move my empty shell
Hold my cup till I reach my tomb
When the light in the lantern is gone
Read an elegy ….
And one last cup of chai
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