Cafe, across the street

Across the street, there’s a little cafe

It serves coffee

A unique flavour each day of the week

It serves, only coffee

That’s what makes it peculiar

.

Swarms of people stand outside

Waiting for today’s flavour to be served

Relishing the taste

Few make new friends

And others share their stories

With the cafe owner

.

Despite the popularity

The owner continues to

Run it alone

Serves all, one by one

No hurry, no scuffle

He demands from everyone

Some patience

.

Each order made separately

To let the flavour seep in

The aroma spreading outside

Drawing more customers

Some wait-time for them

To bask in the special flavor

Of the day

.

Flavours cannot be interchanged

If you love a particular flavour

Come on its designated day

Sit on the damp bench

Till its brewed to your taste

Savor it well enough

Then make space for others!

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6 responses to “Cafe, across the street”

  1. Now I crave kafffiiiiii๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ‘Œ
    Ahhh if only I had such a shop outside the society.๐Ÿ˜ƒ

    1. Yeah, so true
      Such cosy little cafes are always a craving ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€

  2. Iโ€™ve been thinking about your poem from the time I read it.

    1. Wow, I am delighted that I could create that impact ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š
      Thanks Mumtaz!

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