Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 63
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.
© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee