Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 236
Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
Clash
My mind is full of tension-
the ruthless waves are striking the shore
with enormous energy with an intension of destruction-
my work is not going on properly.
Yesterday there was a quarrel between my parents.
Over the phone I receive this news in the morning today.
Their anger is as hot as emerging lava.
Extra added tension makes me blind, I lose a day.
In the evening there is a clash
between me and my mother over the phone-
I never thought what I have told.
Panic-stricken, she dials me thrice,
she hardly gets a proper answer.
My blindness is as dark as the darkest cloud
or the extra-terrestrial black holes-
all lights have faded, my words too.
Tell me please, what else can I do?