Three Pillars Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

I watch a white bird,
flying high in the endless blue sky.
I watch water, standing on the same level
in two buckets, connected by a pipe.
I watch a violet and a white flower
on the same branch of the same tree.
The nature and beyond have constructed
the three pillars everywhere.

Once Napoleon destroyed them within two months...
They were rebuilt again...
Today for few Napoleons they are getting damaged
but they will again be rescued, replaced and repaired.

Upon them stand
the house, the district, the state, the world, the universe...
Slavery, inequality and controversy among the brothers
will be wiped away one day-
I do believe.
The nature and beyond will take revenge on Napoleons!