Cafeteria Cutie
She walked into the room
And he turned around to see
What it was that made him feel
So strange and warm inside
Couldn’t see her face in the queue
But her scent painted a beautiful view,
As she leaned to pick up the plate
He saw, but a quarter of her face
The corner of her smile
Was like the definition of style
Through the curtains of hair
A big ear ring that was so much in place
With mouth open he did gaze
As his spectacles filled with a haze
And soon he realized, it was not her
But the garam sambar near
Soon he regained composure
Filled his plate with his favorite flavor
Walked up and sat beside her
And Said, “Hi, I’m Ashwin.”
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well when you first time asked me to read your blogs i read your poems. and thought my god he is such a sweet guy still he can think lil wierd too;) then wen i asked, you said you can't write something sweet but i always knew u can. wel i did pushed u bt am not regretting it since i had seen tis beautiful thing in front of me.:)so finally i won.:) its really beautiful.:)
well when you first time asked me to read your blogs i read your poems. and thought my god he is such a sweet guy still he can think lil wierd too;) then wen i asked, you said you can't write something sweet but i always knew u can. wel i did pushed u bt am not regretting it since i had seen tis beautiful thing in front of me.:)so finally i won.:) its really beautiful.:)
Thank you, cafe cutie :)
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