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.
Loved it
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