Latté uninterrupted
( by Ekta redekar )
( by Ekta redekar )
This world alone is not enough.
I need someone to make my latté old and classy over the time;
Just as the wine does as it ages.
I marvellously pout, exhaling air on the brim, to make my coffee lukewarm.
Stealing glimpse of those eyes.
Carefully those fingers wipe the cream cornering on my lips.
The clock ticks, with those sips.
Residues of coffee beans lie on the bed of the cup, as I reach to the Epilogue uninterrupted.
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