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Poem 321: Never For Others' Sorrow & Poem 322: Jai Hind

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

Never For Others' Sorrow & Jai Hind

Never For Others' Sorrow


'Once I sold my body, now art.

I want to live with dignity, removing dirt'.

'Once I was an artist but now I want to be rich.

Grapes are hanging on branches, sweet not sour, not out of my reach'.


Mind changes with time like this.

Heart bleeds to fulfil want and wish.

That was one yesterday, this is one today, one will change to tomorrow

for one's own satisfaction, never for other's sorrow.


Jai Hind


For two years he was telling, 'I will come home',

but he failed to keep his promise.

This time he has never assured but he is coming.

The villagers are standing with heavy heart.

Instead of wearing jeans and T-shirt,

he is wrapped in tricolor.

His mother is smiling today instead of crying

as she did previously because she is the mother of an era.

But her son isn't arriving!

It's a martyr...

© 2022 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

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