Irani chai

The checkered tables
And the wooden chairs
The constant chatter
And the ringing bell.
The old man at the counter 
He wishes u well.
As you saunter in,
And find your place,
The smell of buroon pav
Hits your face.
As you sip on the sweet milky delight
 a multitude of  your fantasies
Soon take flight.
The maska pav, the kheema gotala,
The  spicy Bhurji and egg fry
Yes they all go
Splendidly well with
A cup of irani chai!