I drink ton of Tea, we Indians generally do. But my true love, oh you black devil. No, Iโ€™m not racist.

I desperately needed some silliness today. Alright, more accurately, I either need a hug right now, or maybe 6 cups of coffee. After all, there is still enough blood left in my caffeine stream.


The Ballad of Coffee


Hello dear old friend,

Arms wide open

I wait for you.

And even though I donโ€™t say it

I love you.

I love every sip.

Time to drink some coffee,

Coffee, coffee

Shut up and let me drink my coffee.

Home is where the good coffee is,

Dear, you are brew-ti-ful

O my noble coffee,

Nothing is like a hot coffee on a cold day,

Or a hot day,

Or a warm day,

Or a humid day.

Shut up, let me drink my coffee.

All I need is love

Or maybe



via Daily Prompt: Tea


16 thoughts on “The Ballad of Coffee

  1. Hi Nitesh,
    Wow, you really like coffee!
    I admire anyone who can write from a daily prompt. I look at them everyday just in case inspiration should strike but I usually draw a blank!
    Fun little poem!

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  2. As a coffee junkie, I still need to be respectful of the quantity of caffeine I can drink. If I have too much (and that’s a lot) or too late in the day, I can’t go to sleep at night. When I hit my limit, I go through a little withdrawal. My fun is done for the day. I’m on my own. Oh how I wish it could go on all day. Maybe I should write a love story for coffee. I like your ballad. Although, I just got back from Puerto Rico. *That’s* where the best coffee is. They really know how to brew a cup.

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