Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
Poem 307 & 308: Bouquet & Modern Song Of A Broken Love
Poem 307: Bouquet
He stood with a bouquet,
waiting for her.
He witnessed her with a man
from the corner.
From the distance
he observed a beggar.
He placed a plastic before him
and one by one kept each separated flower.
He took one for rupees ten.
Others followed him at the hour.
The beggar was crying in joy.
He had only blessings upon that man to shower.
Poem 308: Modern Song Of A Broken Love
You never respected
I buy girls to wipe my tears.
No woman is a born entertainer.
Society uses weakness of women as commodity.
A bad girl has also a heart.
You are pure in body, not in heart.
My fault is I am not rich.
© 2022 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee