Coffee Mornings

As the sun shines through my window in the midst of the morning glow,
my cravings look for a binge in the side of the coffee drawer. 

Now how I see myself making a cup for me,
I hear a knock from there saying open the door, hurry! 

I ran up to the door and saw an old man crying,
he said, can you give me some water at this time?

He seemed a bit bizarre but well he wanted nothing more
but some of the water from my house that can fill his empty stomach store.

The reason he was thirsty was that he had a long walk
or was it related to something that he had to talk?

I was scared to open that long grilled metal door
but then I bravely gave him a glass full of water from the lure.

The sanity of his eyes took me to a level of content
and soon the fear shed away when he went under the vent.

Oh wow, I feel so good I told myself in surprise
as this was not what I had expected when I looked into his eyes.

And then I took some coffee to make one for me
but then I realized it wasn’t required as the old man filled his tummy.

The contentment was deep and touchy and took me by my soul
and so the coffee mornings made me go on a happy, happy role.

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Charu

Charu

Charu is a young dreamer, highly adaptable to new innovation. Being open-minded she is passionate to accomplish a high level in freelance writing and research. From being in-charge of circulating various reports and minutes of meetings to members of the research team previously, she is now willing to contribute to poetry, high-quality content articles in various topics and blogs for websites.
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