Vera Sidhwa

Cafe - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

My cafe, my cafe.
The place I park myself,
On days it rains,
On days it pours.

My cafe, my cafe.
I like your food,
And your drinks,
Whenever, I go to you.

I never see a favorite man,
Walking in.
I do not care to.

It's just my happy cafe and I.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 29, 2013

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