Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 63

Author:

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

SEEDS

You had sown some seeds before leaving forever.

These have developed into large trees

but are not enough to save our lives.

We need a banyan tree

with branches penetrating the sky

and prop roots touching the soil.

Your seeds are grown up into large trees

but a banyan tree for an eternal shade

is most needed at this hour.

The herd of sheep only wail like an orphan

but a lion can conquer all.

I become a tree, but am wailing like an orphan,

though your ideas keep me alive,

I can apply them only with my pen

as my artistic hands can create for creation’s sake,

can’t destroy for creation.

Your idea has entered my heart like the ether of heaven.

Inflamed me like a volcano.

My pen will write forever for country’s sake

as your precious gift has made it immortal.