Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 176

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

HEATER

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.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on February 10, 2021:

Being curled up next to the heat sounds like a great thing...winter is harsh