A humming word

Inspired by this article Move on?  How can I? Where can I? On my way to work, on some mornings, I just stand  on the pavement  where I  watched the death of my wife I held tightly in my arms And my baby whose Gurgling voices I still hear On some mornings in my empty balcony    

  Why does a pyre Burn our heart and reduce it to ashes?   There are tears in Mother’s eyes But my heart is wet   Why does sharing a grief than a loaf of bread Make our bond nourished?   Why does loss give us the unasked?            

Cof.fee (noun): something that makes you go from "having a terrible day.." to "good morning, honey". Cof.fee is an instant fix for many moods and especially for writers, cof.fee is a perfect companion. Sipping a cup of coffee and writing a sentence or two is refreshing and you never know how time passes. Especially in a space like Qaveh Khaneh, a coffee house within the premises of Akshara Books, an independent book store that completed twenty five years. They serve cold brews, hot coffee and host literature and well meaning events too.