THE STUDY TABLE

  THE STUDY TABLE 

ABHISHEK MUKHOPADHYAY.

 

A middle-aged man full of vigor and enthusiasm in his salad days

Put his back-pack on his study table

And stretched up blooming and energetic

He put his smartphone with earphones on the study table

He put his wallet laden with his knick-knacks on there too.

 

On there he put the voice of his dead mother

There he put the scars of the surgeries he had undergone

On that table his first peck and his latest

The bunch of back stabbing snake friends

And the other good friends who helped him an hour ago.

 

On there he put the recipe of his favorite family poppy seed dish

The brightness of the table lamp

The rhythmic sound of the steel wrist watch gifted by his sister

The latest thriller by Stephen King with a catchy bookmark inside

He put that on the table.

 

The haunting tune of Eric Clapton’s song “My Father’s Eyes”

And the inspiring Rudyard Kipling’s poem “If”

And put that on the table

Reaching out through the window,

He grabbed the moon

And put the roving Chandrayaan -3

On the study table.

 

And his wish for financial stability and success

And for serenity and peace of mind

Freedom from suffering and abuse

He put all that on his study table.

 

A groan here, a creak there

But the study table like him strong willed, sturdy and strong

His never-ending pile grew.

 

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