by Jayita Bhattacharjee
The line of worries seized my soul.
Will the flowers grow,
Will the river run wild again,
in the deepest of my deeps?
Will I find the gold,
as autumn takes its turn,
for nothing of my soul can feel
even the slightest emotion?
Will I flutter in joy again,
as the leaves do when this earth turns to spring?
For all else seemed so blur, and nothing but a blur,
Until the fires finally burnt within.
In a stupor, thus I remained.
Then I carried those last memories,
took myself to the solitary woods,
and sang my lingering melancholy.
In an utter joy, my body trembled,
for I felt my emotions high.
What seemed so lifeless for all those years,
then came to life, as my lips sang.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Jayita Bhattacharjee....born in Calcutta, India, pursued education at the University of Houston in Economics. She is the author of The Ecstatic Dance of Soul, Crossroads of Life, One Woman's Unceasing Quest, Song of Eternity, Sacred Sanctuary, Self-Care Practices, How To Reclaim Your Dynamism, Dewdrops pf Compassion, A Collection of Short Stories, Writing As A Way of Healing, How to Make Peace with Your Past, How Poetry Heals An Injured Soul, Honoring The Past While Releasing It., Her Indian residence is in the vicinity of the place of epic pilgrimage, Belurmath. Currently, she is settled in Tampa, Florida.
Last updated February 19, 2025