This Was Due
Your work is a breathing atom
Reach the heart in a pulsating rhythm,
What are you saying?
Enough of your word playing,
Can an atom breathe
Where the electrons wreathe,
Hey I'm talking to you
No I'm talking to myself,
I think this was due
Once you read it thyself,
And I peruse the piece often
As it's written by Jane Austen.
© Debojyoti Bhattacharya