Early Starter Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

The silent whistle kept us awake

while I saw my face on the mahogany desk

and some brown patches reminded me of sullen

acceptance, conduct that fell but it was all business



I always thought that art overtook science and the power point

of ideas leaped, when will had its sway

sweeping possibilities that took a thousand hours to build

that teams comprehended with reason



I, early starter, made a conscious choice

to speak when silence was the rule,

the vase moved, the water waved, the ethereal osmosis

mistook the voice of conscience, it was not business