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


The very best flavour




Submitted: May 03, 2018

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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


Thank you so much!

Sun, September 12th, 2021 9:20am

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