Lock-down In Brain

a poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

What will I write?
I have nothing to…!

I can listen to my heartbeat,
still my heart is gone forever!
So my brain can’t work,
though it can conduct!

I am a river,
frozen into winter snow.
There is an undercurrent,
I want to flow.

Tough time,
load of leisure
and panic of pandemic
robbed me,
robbed all,
robbed this earth…

I write poems without rhythm!