Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
Without breaking I make rules
to exist, to survive.
I was in search of some fuel
that will keep my life engine alive.
I am an ever-dynamic man-
I have divorced ‘static’, ‘stable’, ‘stationary’ and ‘stagnant’ forever.
Neither any superhuman nor any sacred book could satisfy me for long-
only small ripples were generated on the surface of this river.
I roamed and roamed in vain, like a weary traveler
once I took shelter under a banyan tree.
Piercing the century’s darkest clouds
my senses caught the eternal voice of poetry.
Punching back at the pale face of utter restlessness
I welcomed the delightful new morn.
In the heart of my verse
my life, thoughts and actions were reborn.
The harness of this horse and the compass of this ship
will guide my way, help me to advance along the right course,
prevent me to go astray
and escort me towards forever betterment ignoring all worse.
© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
Nicholas W King on August 22, 2020:
Every poem of yours that I've read has given me pause. Wonderful imagery throughout and the sense of longing is palpable throughout.