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.
© 2021 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
Comments
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