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Poem 343: 52 Inches

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

52 Inches

I don't have much money to feed myself,

I have to feed my family.

None pays any heed to me, so I never get any help.

Now my profession is my hobby.


I am not a powerful man,

I believe in art.

With 52 inches chest I can...

though I make both ends meet with heavy heart.


The rusted clubs look at me and laugh.

My identity is rusted in my real life too.

To destroy a life before death poverty is enough.

Nourishment is punishment- what can government do?


I am a spirited wrestler

but against me destiny has declared war.


© 2022 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

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