As far as he could see
rubbing his eyes,
clearing his view;
through the window pane
immersed in dew
One of the European countries,
it snowed often here.
In a far distance,
something appeared as a red dot
till it got too close.
He ordered a hot mug of Coffee
and cookies,
he sat for the storm to reduce.
He realised,
it was a young woman with her RED umbrella
As she walks towards the coffee shop
all in black and the pretty umbrella,
with bright red lips matching it.
Soon takes off her soaky overcoat
and orders the best coffee brewed.
He describes,
‘sipping off the lushy red lips
after every sip of coffee she sips
was as beautiful as she is’.
And she knew him staring.
She smiled and walked up to him...
Until the storm ended, they din and talked
breaking hours of silence
in the coffee shop.
She writes her telephone number
on a piece of tissue
before she left;
He smiles hard looking at it
Because this too was in RED...
About the Creator
Chandni Venkatesh
"La poésie est une histoire en soi
N'a pas à rimer
parce que c'est beau de toute façon"
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