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.
© 2021 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee