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Poem 331: Gills and Poem 332: Now I Laugh at Them

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

Gill And Now I Laugh At Them


A man with too sharp nose

purchased one kilogram Rohu.

'Pack the gills', he told.

Others thought it was for his pet cat.

But the fisherman replied,

'It's for his maid'.

'Alas'! Others cried.

He never heard this conversation as he went far away

but it pierced human heart.

Now I Laugh At Them

Wherever I go,

whatever I speak,

whenever I do...

they laugh at me.

Mom tells, 'Don't listen'.

Dad tells, 'Move'.

I used to cry during childhood.

Now I laugh at them.

I am not deaf and dumb

but play deaf and dumb.

Who calls me 'mad'?

I am mad for work!

© 2022 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

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