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.

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Comments

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!).

Ann