The Art of Tea and Poetry

The Art of Tea and Poetry

The Unposted Letter


The unposted letter was there-
where I had seen it not,
I had headed not where it lay,
immersed in my perpetual life,
I could not even recall the day.
The day I had, with my very hands,
written on it few words with care.
Meant them- had I? I know not now,
for then I would not have left it there,
unattended, ill-kept but beautiful still,
pregnant with emotions, probably fake,
I remember not the occasion,
nor the reason,
that had made the letter alive, awake.
A vague remembrance of the words in it,
was the only remnant of the paper-piece,
and nothing beyond it, did I see or feel.
It was neither torture, nor did it please.
Slowly, very slowly, I realized that I,
the person I felt was always right,
I hated for their friendships trite,
I too suffered from my own self,
careless, self-centred was I,
like them I too things forgot,
old friendships too murdered had I,
and with that thought I shook myself free,
I saw the people- what they had done.
They were not wrong, they were not right,
they were differently poised, for they were
Human.


قانت تكميل Qanit Takmeel

قانت تكميل Qanit Takmeel is a PhD candidate in Materials Science and Engineering at the University of Florida. His interest in poetry can be traced back to his roots- all his family consists of poets.

About قانت تكميل Qanit Takmeel

قانت تكميل Qanit Takmeel is a PhD candidate in Materials Science and Engineering at the University of Florida. His interest in poetry can be traced back to his roots- all his family consists of poets.

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