Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 145

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

REST

My body takes rest,

but my mind never.

It always thinks about action-

tusk will never get finished

though life will end one day.

It tells, “After the death of body

I’ll take rest.”

Listening to this my body becomes restless

and moves towards the field.

No doubt rest is needed for refreshment,

but until and unless the work is done

it seems to be a mere wastage of time.