Swirls

(A poem dedicated to the favourite of many-coffee)

Ay swirl, swirl

Swirl like a whirlpool

As the train is in motion set

You in my hand I beheld;

Lose myself into the aroma so strong,

Look out of the window

And see the vast greenery stretching,

An orange hue glowing above

Hope lost in darkness beyond

For all goes still and dark

As I return

From sweat breaking world

Tired so that my bones ache

Ask for you, to give them rest

You dark and deep with powdered milk,

You whitish thing,

So beautifully you charm,

Burn my tongue when you drown,

Quench my thirst from your pools of hidden energy,

So I can muster to go beyond.