Discovery Of Self Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

'Can you give me your copy'?
'Yes, Uncle'.

10 days later...

'Where is my copy'?
'Sorry, I lost it'.
'You can't write, that's why you are ruining me'!
Silence.

10 years later...

'Yes, this is that copy'.
'Where from you got it', asked all.
'Storeroom'.

The pages turned yellow but the material is intact.
He starts writing again.
Humanity may get destroyed,
but talents never-
they are born from coffins of graveyards.