The morning is here…

Is it?

The gloomy sky, the shroud of smog…–

All is gray, all is cold…

Are you sure of it?

Yes, my friend…said the guest as he sipped on–

His cup of morning tea.

I haven’t looked at the sky for days,

The Death is not coming to me, my friend,–

Fast; it’s dragging…it’s dragging… The poet is lost for words.

The guest smiled and said, do you want it fast and quick?

The pale poet nodded his head and collected his breaths-

Even a small movement making him tired and drained out.

The guest smiled and passed him the vial, —

Bye, my friend, hope you have a safe journey…

The guest left the poet; the poet sighed.

He looked at the mirror, adjacent to his bed–

And saw the guest looking at him–

They smiled at each other…

With a trembling hand, the vial went up to the mouth..–

Few drops slipped out of the edge of his lips-chafed and dry…

The November morning out there, outside the room,

Was gaining a serene turquoise color…

From Poet’s Desk:

My first post here in WordPress (28/11/2016). Reposting this in response to Tuesday Photo Challenge–Mirror by Dutch Goes The Photo!


11 thoughts on “The Morning That Was Serene & Melancholy

    1. Really…thank you for stopping by and reading and commenting on my poem…if you want you can skim my blog…few more poems of mine may catch your attention….


      1. Something that brings a shiver down ones spine … one feels for the situation of the poor poet on his last legs … and understands his choice to drink the final draught which leads him to rescind the mortal coil. Ah but one shivers to think of oneself in a similar dilemma.


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