This poem is inspired by the original poem called “When He Makes Coffee” by Sayalee Vadnerkar. I really loved reading it and just wanted to write it from a boy’s point of view. Again Sayalee, your poems are just superb and continue writing….spread your fragrance. For rest of you, give it a read. I may not be so good at poetry but still this piece of writing comes directly from my heart when I imagined someone making coffee for me….
When She Makes Coffee
When she makes coffee, I watch her hands so fair,
As the breeze blows, curling up her hair.
When she makes coffee, I know what it means,
As she plays magic on the brown coffee beans…
When she makes coffee, I watch the silver spoon she dips,
Stirring it thoroughly as she takes few sips.
Doesn’t matter whether it’s Italiano, Spanish or the rare Oklahoma,
When she makes coffee, I am just intoxicated in the aroma…
When she makes coffee and pours them in the mug,
I silently come from behind and give her a big hug.
When she makes coffee and when beyond the brim it spills,
Those hazel eyes of yours… and with love the air fills…
I’m glad that someone is inspired by my poem. I loved your poem. 🙂
Thanks Sayalee. Looks like you were the only visitor here. Replying to your comment after 10 years.