Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 48
Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
FRUSTRATION
Everywhere there is silence.
Silent are the birds, silent are the tress,
silent are the plains, valleys and hills,
silent are the rivers and seas.
A devastating storm is coming
to engulf me within its abdomen.
I’ll be destroyed as a whole,
nothing of me will remain.
How will I save my life?
How will I find a way to get away?
My patience will certainly show me
the light of the day.
© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee