A pale black cap, uniform and an apron she wore
With hair rolled up into a bun, and a smile adorning her face.
Wiping off the fatigue that clung onto her brows,
She moved around like a streak of lightening all over the place.
It seemed she carried the entire coffee shop
Over her petite yet responsible shoulders.
Making a wish list of people sitting around.
She made sure she personally attended every customer.
The ears of those cups had turned sore.
Time and again, listening to the same tittle-tattle.
Whereas, the spoons stirred with pride and lay over the saucer,
Watching people who were a lot shallow, rattle.
Love, hate, care, pride, modesty,
Lust, friendship, courtship, break up, contemplation,
Compromise, envy, conflict, secrets, infidelity
And much more was passed across tables over hot conversations.
She seemed like she had seen and heard it all,
Over time, there was nothing that could surprise her.
At times, with hands folded and looking blank,
She would stand calm and placid in a corner.
As still as a mannequin she would look all poised.
Only her thoughts would traipse from one wall to another,
Wandering into every nook and corner, following her eyes.
Maybe, there's a dark side to this moon, an unseen shade to this insipid character.
Would she have ever thought of making a fair trade,
Slipping into the shoes of those on the other side.
Whenever she saw someone of her age just whiling away.
Or sipping coffee without much to do but indulge in killing time.
Perhaps, it was the choice she made,
On her pursuit for happiness which she sought;
To serve a cup of cheer to those who dropped by her place.
Or was she inevitably destined to play this part?
Well, it's amazing how some souls out there,
Sacrifice so much and pay a hefty price.
Wishing that, someday, they'd reap their toil's harvest.
They take the thorns while picking roses for our ming vase.