In the darkness there is a light,
Where eternal solace could be felt with a sip
The beans reciprocate the ripped soul
More the sour more it perceives itself in my heart
Thee are not the dearest of all
Thee are the dearest of the endeavouring soul
Thee are the addiction
Even the marijuana feels bashful
For not possessing  the hallucinating urge
That can seize humankind to the variant sphere
                   Oh! Thee are beautiful in Black
                                 “My Black Coffee”