When evening stills the clamor of the day,
I choose one cup where drifting vapors rise;
Within its bitter warmth my thoughts allay,
As truth draws near beneath the darkened skies.
The fading light forgives what erred before,
As noise dissolves to silence, calm, and thought;
No answer comes to doubts I still explore,
Yet peace is brewed from all the day has brought.
Steam from the cup ascends like patient prayer,
From mind to air where restless fears grow thin;
The city dims; the heart learns how to bear
Its weight, and gently lets the night begin.
So life and I, in quiet concord meet,
And seal our truce within this bitter sweet.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@January09,2026.
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