Bitterness. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

A personal mistake can lead to
Resentment. A quarrel a soul of fault
That leads to repent.
A beak of a crow that has carved it's way
On the bones. The joints. The shoulder
The hip the knee the fingers.

And has lead to walking
And smoking to go the distance.
I am not saying that this will lead to
Some great revelation.
I don't think so.
But the disease called arthritis
Has set in.

Feeling free to use the same
At least has given me a good
Picture of the body and the dreams
That still haunts me.
Finally it is about forgiving oneself.
Though the parasite of time that
Now travels slowly keeps me agile.