ELEGY FOR A BROKEN MUG
- Vinita
Agrawal (India)
We
met every morning
over
sips of light
You
were glossy blue when clean
wafting
steam when filled with Darjeeling
We
met again at four in the afternoon
my
fingers curling around you in gratitude
You
offered replenishment
I
offered my thirst.
One
day you slipped from my hands
your
wholesome warmth in shards on the floor
a
shattered ‘me-time-tea-time’
a
bond broken, a thirst betrayed
I
wanted to gather you in my arms
the
way I’d want to hug a loyal friend who’s gone
But
somethings one must let go of -
a
setting Sun, a ticking moment, a splintered mug.
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