Muntazir : Awaited

An old man who runs the apothecary's shop

At the corner of the cobbled street

Once looked at the scars on my wrists and said -

"Charcoal can never dissolve in milk"

This morning I realised he was not blabbering about something

He read in a chemistry class,

For centuries milk kept shooing charcoal away,

Frowning at the very sight of it,

Disgracing the cracks on it's surface,

Making it's dullness a matter of public humour.

For once charcoal politely refused and all hell broke loose,

All of a sudden it became an object of threat,

It's colour raising bars of racism.

Maybe milk never bothered about anything proteins and

Fats, but charcoal never forgot the first letter it wrote, addressed to milk.

It was written on a ruled sheet of paper

With a half solved sum on the bottom left corner

And a pentamerous flower scribbled by the margin.

Charcoal waited till eternity for their molecules to interact

Yet all he got was sludgy precipitates,

Charcoal never forgot

Yet they all say drinking milk boost's memory.