SUGAR IN MY COFFEE
Image: Ujala Chowdhry Serendipity in the thirteenth century Silhouetted into a marvelous discovery No more words, no more gestures are now obligatory Just some chocolates, cookies or maybe some pastries To dress up a cup of... Black, cappuccino, affogato, latte, or regular coffee Ethiopia, where coffee embarked upon its first flight Landed into two hearts, so naive "Let's go for a coffee" A friend asked me When opened the coffee shop doors The smell of freshly roasted beans stimulated my senses in chorus I climbed the stairs And he waved to me, laid back on the bamboo chair He ordered a strong, masculine, royal mochaccino with caramel And I asked for a soft, feminine, and a shy cappuccino with nuts of hazel Putting sugar in my coffee He stared at me persistently Mixing it with a gorgeous silver spoon He made the cream look like a coffee moon No more words, no more gestures are now obligatory Just some chocolates, cookies or