My heart in a bell jar

I kept my heart in a bell jar
shut tight
floating in formalin
in an antiseptic dark room
as I slept through a hundred years
hoping for a shaft of moonbeam
a touch on a blue moon night
Instead a scorching sun sent its rays
through chinks overlooked
and uncovered
drank up the cradling liquid
my heart dry and shrivelled
and died

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About Madhumita Ghosh

Studied at Jadavpur University, Calcutta, India. M.A. M.Phil Ph.D in English. Associate Professor in a degree college affiliated to Calcutta university. Love reading, writing poems and short stories. Translation is another passion Have translated English Romantic poetry to Bengali and Tagore poems to English.

5 thoughts on “My heart in a bell jar

  1. Sana Rose

    Despondent yet powerful… Evidently we have all died more than once during the course of life.. But may be there’s a last bit of preservation or embalming done unknowingly, unavoidably… Poetry is ones such form…

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