“The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.” ― Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
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Ode to Coffee
O! coffee, where art thou
When I need thee now?
In thy many flavored blends
A hot cup would be godsend.
I cannot keep awake
Without a short coffee-break.
With thy life-giving aroma
Save me from going into a coma.
Java, Colombian or French Roast
Thy every flavor, I will toast.
To the end thy loyal slave
Three cups a day I will always crave.
(source: Ranjit Nair)
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When 3 a.m. comes and Boza is by my side?
There is one thing that inspires…
It would be a lie,
to say that getting up and walking Boza,
doing his drops in his eyes is such a pleasure,
that I leap out of bed and break the mires…
That would be a false expression,
the thought of a cup of coffee,
laced with cream,
is the revelation…
wakes the quintessence of life,
motivates and lets the soul,