An aroma fills the air

when coffee beans grind at dawn.

Laze of the morn in-repair

as filtered Kapi is born.

Senses kindle with each slurp.

The hot decoction streams thru.

And it sails around to flirt-

emoticons of the brew.

Energized for the long day,

the thoughts ensemble, array.


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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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