Dear Confidante Poem by Piali Mondal

Dear Confidante, here are these

Memories you may have given a miss

Given how you like mystery

In those you love, and, thus, yours truly

Shall appear to be most human and dross

Beyond compare, perhaps a bit gross,

And the uneasy pity on your face

Certainly looks to have its place.


Dear Confidante, make no mistake,

Noble emotion, pity, when not fake

And serving its purpose, I believe, I do,

It to be genuine when coming from you

But despite that, I must confess

That I don't find them the raw weakness

of a shelled crab, a tortoise turned,

But what makes me new, as a phoenix burnt.


Dear Confidante, these are no

Chinks in armour, as they go,

But scales of it, pain-forged, no less strong

Than the lightest notes of an immortal song

Which sung or silent, turns ever bright

When passed from mind to a shared sight,

A fire that, now, free from harm,

May also keep you strong and warm.