Coffee on my desk


Amul coffee tin on the desk,
grows my thirst.
attracts my gaze,
pulls my hands.

Then it asks me to open its lid,
free trapped coffee,
Enclosed since it was pushed,
and locked after produce.

Juicy coffee succeeds
in fetching my intentions.
Liquid fulfills its wish of
going down a human throat,
touching, and brushing intestine.

Then it wins and meets sole purpose,
Of flowing and travelling
Through human body-limbs, chest,
starting from stomach,
from head to tows.

It liberates proudly after
Refreshing human soul,
Leaving somber, tired mind into
Active, alive and kicking one.

* words wrote in leisure in office.

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