A Take on Black Beans, in the afternoon( Guardian)
In the Afternoon,
I sit before my computers,
Tap and type on the key board,
Delete and control.
In the afternoon, I type
poems,
Copy and paste ,at times ‘’ cut’’
too.
In the afternoon, I prepare
Coffee decoction, the aroma
Tempting me, again take a break
In the afternoon,
Take a hot sip and taste,
Store again black beans
In the container for the morrow.
Switch off the oven,
Go back, contemplate again,
Will this coffee
remake
Your life’s turns and events?
Afternoon also turns its face,
Sun goes down its orb
To make its appearance
In the next day.
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