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| Clicked beautifully by my friend Pragati on a Starbucks noon. |
On a sunny wintery noon
There is a way to feel cool
Go out with your best friend
Dressed in black scarved in red
Roam around put your GPS on
Make it splendid Starbucks noon.
Lot of blabber lot of fun
I wish I could see the Sun,
Aromatic coffee rustic smell
Warmth of place on our shoulders fell
Low lying seats endless lappy gaze
We chatted old style all unfaze
A lot goes into a carefree noon
Hail the splendid Starbucks noon!
All that ever concerns our lives
Break-ups and would-be wives,
Sweet-n-sour memories of past
Oh life you are moving so fast
Someone needs to give it rein
There is a limit to every pain,
Happy moments with old friend
All happens on the Starbucks noon.
It’s bound to end all that starts
You need night to see the stars,
Buddhist monks sipping grande cups
Oh God! I need Nirvana cups
Then comes Sidhhartha the river-man
Enlightens lives the realised man,
All this happens in capital’s heart
On the surreal Starbucks noon.
Then comes time to say goodbye
Heart questions why it happens why?
Souvenirs tucked by our side
Names on cups we will hide
A crispy pang erupts inside
It’s time to now move outside,
I shared yours you shared mine
Tales of lives on a Starbucks noon.
– Prashant
Small City Thinker 