Piker Press Banner
May 27, 2024


By Pranab Ghosh


That chair is not vacant…
Someone else sits on it now

That PC does not sit idle
Someone else uses it now…

I used to share the table,
Long wooden, with him

Whenever I went…

Cups of tea, evening snack
The evening sky from the
Rooftop of his office building
The sinking sun, the soft
Breeze rustling through the
Leaves of the nearby trees

Someone told me the other day
He has left…
His chair…
His table…
His PC…
For another world…

I bow in front of the time
We spent together


I no longer enter that room!

Article © Pranab Ghosh. All rights reserved.
Published on 2023-05-29
Image(s) are public domain.
0 Reader Comments
Your Comments

The Piker Press moderates all comments.
Click here for the commenting policy.