Not all days are a sunny carrot-orange. On such days, Coffee with cream Fixes the heart that is too full And has to stop feeling, And the mind is too still, And has to start thinking. On such pale days, I prefer coffee with cream. The aroma and the warmth Quietly work their way Through the cobwebs Of uncertainties of life Piling up on my heart; Wiping each tear of mine so heavy, The burdens of carcasses Of disillusionments Made bearable with each sip, I have borrowed some light Got so much clarity, And ideas have lit up in me. I have drunk some hope from my cup, Borrowed some courage from it. Some moments are angry reds, So, I need another concoction of coffee. Loaded with white cream, A bit too sweet for the rest, A very sweet coffee is the best When life throws me out of balance, And my cup pampers me, Pinking my oh so chili-red day. Coffee is black Espresso Pure, distilled, dark, And hot enough, To burn the tongue roof On days when stimulation To live on, is sipped Drop by drop. Coffee is my darling. Frothy and ice-cold When I am warmed by joy, My signature coffee, Dashed with cocoa: That’s my very own Voice, In it, I chuckle, chocolateful, My light shines Through bright.
In all its shades and flavors, Chennai filter coffee is Strong not light, The prize winner, My ultimate savior, My mood swinger, My extra creamy, Very hot, very strong, And best mood-sweetener And soul-uplifter.
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