Nitika Sawhney
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!
Now I crave kafffiiiiii💚💚👌
Ahhh if only I had such a shop outside the society.😃
Yeah, so true
Such cosy little cafes are always a craving 😀😀
I’ve been thinking about your poem from the time I read it.
Wow, I am delighted that I could create that impact 😀😀💚💚
Thanks Mumtaz!
Lovely!
Thanks Mam!