Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
You stay at
deep ocean, dense forest, dark graveyard and detached island
and also in my heart when I’m hurt.
You are my bosom friend, who controls my
tear and tension, anger and agony, defeat and destruction.
Silence nurtures my shrunken soul-
juicy strawberries remain hanging from the branches.
© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
Ann Carr from SW England on December 18, 2020:
Silence can be good and bad and you've given us a glimpse of that. Good choice of words.
Hope you don't mind me suggesting the use of some pictures to go with your poems? I find they help to plump out the content and illustrate a point sometimes.
May I wish you a happy Christmas season, however you celebrate it, and I hope that 2021 is good for you (better than 2020!).