Stress Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
Stress
Working on unfolded proteins
that accumulate in endoplasmic reticulum-
ER Stress: I am feeling oneness
with one of them:
life seems to be misleading
amidst hardness in work,
leisure sublimes away- robot with strong circuit
but weak emotions. Seeking four words-
rhythm, flow, creativity and pleasure.
I am me- my existence of flesh and blood:
biological existence; biology belongs to life and living.
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I am an existence biologically in me the idol through a amorphous mind build I a figure outwardly to capture the world deeply