Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 249

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

Poets? Poems?

Poets are humans, please don't laugh,

with feather hearts and ocean deep minds,

with sensitive skin and degradable bones,

without any self-satisfying existence, honest humble.

Poems are words and rhythm

of flesh and blood.

Same flesh that builds muscles.

Same blood that flows through veins.

But not mortal like us

as flesh gets burned, blood evaporates

but words are engraved and rhythm flows forever.