Karak Tea is the reason I live. Shoutout to those who know what I'm talking about.

Created: September 22,2022


 

 

 

I head to the city

With a thought in my mind

It would be a pity

If we could not find

 

The thing that we need

The thing that we want

To our addiction we heed

To our addiction that haunts

 

Worse than a drug

Stronger than heroin

We’re sick, have a bug

Needing it here on in

 

Down near Hamdan

We always must go

Even in Ramadan,

You already know.

 

We suffer hysteria

My kingdom for the drink

We enter cafeterias

And in there they think

 

What are these white boys

Doing in my shop

Making some noise

Which should probably stop

 

They look at me

A menu they offer

I ask for Karak Tea

And Chips Oman Poratta

 

They bring me brown gold

And foil filled with perfection

On my tongue, it scalds

It is the right direction

 

From Al Rutba

To Gifts Tower

From Al Wahda

Our main power

 

Karak tea

Our one and only saviour

Indubitably

The very best flavour

 

 

 


Submitted: May 03, 2018

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DiyaSL

Another great poem. Literally, it was a wonderful song. [I guess] I really loved this. That accent was superb :) Good Job !

Thu, September 2nd, 2021 8:33am

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Thank you so much!

Sun, September 12th, 2021 9:20am

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