Poetry over a cup of coffee β˜•

With a cup of strong coffee to drool over,
I am a cursed soul beading poetry together.

With some choco chip cookies and wraps,
Ideas fall hopping onto my lap.

Rain coffee and books – heavenly they sound to me,
Strolling through the bookstore-To me is the ultimate glee!

Books have been my friend since humans left me deserted,
Happiness have always been scribbling down my unplugged verses.

I am a cursed soul beading poetry together,
With a steaming cup of hot coffee to brood over.

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15 thoughts on “Poetry over a cup of coffee β˜•

      1. Prefer implies that sometimes you aren’t averse to non-veg. Confusion was because most Bengalis I know and have met love their maachher-jhol and maachh-bhaat (no offence). So you see, er, I think you got my point. πŸ˜€

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