Company Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Company

Rating: 5.0


The mellow winter sun falls on the newspaper

he loves it with the wisp of the steam
rising from the finest porcelein

his morn's elemental happiness

another blessed day, he thought
staring at the pot
and the two cups filled with the brew

a bitter smile passed his face

he drank from one cup

then the other...

feeling he has company!

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Lorraine Colon 01 December 2013

Sad poem. You know how to describe loneliness.

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