Coffee At Noon
My new friend, At the coffee houseGreen eyes, the angels desire
Pink lips, the roses blush.
Smile, the essence of a child
A suprise call, An invitation
Rearranged my noon for this friend
Not another moment I would wait
To see the person I read everynight.
A wonderful delight, Meeting her
Forgetting the world around me
Time stops not for her or I
Leave with a hope to see her again
by © Sreekesh Menon at
10:14 AM
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