Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 141

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

SILENCE

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.