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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 176

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


Chill has come slowly and steadily like a tortoise

and sits everywhere as the vultures occupy the top of a tree.

Here inside the hostel room

I’m composing poems sitting beside a heater-

the only solace in this bloody winter,

that has curbed my thoughts.

© 2021 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee