Summer's Brew
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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‘The coffee is getting cold’.
The sweet retold
From her
Waiting with the winter’s brew!
No ambition I harbor
For here my woman
The best way she can
Makes steaming brew
Worth my savor!
She knows too
In the wintry nights
With her I crave to be
Sipping her hot coffee
With it drowning the winter’s pain
My only reward, best bargain
A sweet story retold!
‘The coffee is getting cold’
From her
Creating for me summer’s brew!
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