Thursday, September 4, 2008


Coffee, sweet coffee

You are inevitable!

You warm me when I am cold

You make me get to work

I feel sad when you are left out in the compound

And rain drains your purity

Like a worn-out flower

Battered by the sun

As a child, I remember when…

I would pick you up from under the tree

And watch you dry up for sale

Then buy cookies and balloons

I hate to see them

Planting you on the bleak soil

And expecting you to retain your beauty

By feeding you with fertilizers

Not all hope is gone

Gradually but surely, you will rise again

Farmers are making everything possible

To uplift your growth and development