The Jackfruit Tree Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

In the morning I wake up and brush my teeth.
Go upstairs to the roof and climbed down into the
Cloud that was hanging around.
I grin. To the immense possibilities that
Stood in front. And the horizon with the sun
There were some stars and the moon
On the other side of the planet.
Clean shaved my chin shone like the
Necklace of a celebrity. I stood after there.

And breeze the breeze of the soft spoken
Weather brushed by my hair. On the hot seat
The trees nearby, the leaves touched
My skin.
Alive and kicking. There was a big jackfruit
That hung from the branches.
Nice to see a the toothbrush on the
Basin from the outside of the window.
Reflection, the gums, the molars, canine
And the tongue that pasted onto the
Upper wall of the mouth.

And all of the sensors of the body
Came to the forefront of the skin.
Worry, worry and worry that too much
Took the backseat of the jackfruit tree.