Indian Coffee House

Cained chairs and tables of teek,
A dusty carpet frayed but thick,

A buzz of chatter debates and jokes,
little fountains of cigarette smokes,

Where young and old all are gay,
An apposite place to charge your grey,

Where the flow of thoughts sees no bound,
And the state of mind is sane and sound,

Where reckless is the creative elf,
And you get to know your real self,

Swift and agile holding a tray,
The white goblins make their way,

Where the time's still and the mind's on the move
Where stuck up thoughts come out of the groove,

There in a corner are a cat and a mouse,
That's the place, Indian Coffee House.