This poem reflects a quiet conversation between me and the simple objects that have silently accompanied me through the years—an old table, a chair, a few books, and countless thoughts.

Through these ordinary things, the poem touches on time, absence, memory, and the fear of one day leaving everything behind. Yet beneath the sadness, it gently reminds us to live fully in the present, because tomorrow is never promised.

My Old Table

My old table waits again tonight,
holding books, loose pages,
and the tired weight of my thoughts.

This chair has known me for years—
my silences, my unfinished dreams,
the nights when words were
my only companions.

Then suddenly, I wondered…

One day this table will remain,
but I will not.
The books will disappear,
the chair will sit empty,
and silence will slowly
cover this little corner of life.

For a moment,
the future frightened me.

But the old table seemed to whisper,
“Why fear tomorrow
when today is still yours?”

So I touched the worn wood gently
and smiled.

Life is brief,
like ink fading from paper.
Still, while the lamp is glowing,
while the heart is breathing,
let us live fully.

“Kal kisne dekha hai…”
So live today
like it is the last golden page
of a beautiful unfinished book.

(Vijay Verma)
 www.retiredkalam.com

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