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Coffee Is A Metaphor

By Dr Smita Anand Sriwastav

Insomnia sips steaming aroma

of nocturnal espresso till ughten,

in gossamer fragilities of lunar china,

savoring it on adrenaline tongue

with dashes of grappa introspections,

punctuated in the buzz

of fluttering moth-wings

indulging in the psychedelia

of streetlight's fabrications,

until cream of dawn dilutes

bitterness of night

as a blasphemous epithet.

By Dr Smita Anand Sriwastav

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