Madras coffee
Madras coffee
Madras coffee
Tinge of coffee so alike
Aroma Transcending the arena
The tiny glass, the steel saucer
It is steaming hot
Like the memories brought back so live
But just you are not there
To mix it fair with your care
I never learn the art ...you mutter
Under breath oh it is yesteryears
I could feel my eyes swell with tears
It is this Madras coffee
On those rainy eves
I could tell those tales
You would listen word by word
It is still so sweet
This is light years apart
A land so lone
Where my days and nights
Ends so strange
Seasons comes and goes
Reasons keep life on
Do I miss you ..
No ..you are just me and me still you
But this Madras coffee
My shaking hands
Burning fingers and thoughts
The proportion intact
The passion swift and soft
The love and affection in blend
Like a kid so lost
I wept my heart
Your eyes ..my friend
This Madras coffee
Just this Madras coffee
Ripping soul in its aroma
I walked out ...bold and beautiful
I presume