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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 131

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

THIS WORLD IS A...

This world is a mental asylum

and we are all psycho.


Some are busy in creative works,

some in utter destruction.

Some work and work

but the trees bear no flowers,

hence fruitless life kills them.

Some sleep all day long,

some dream during day.

One is crazy for power,

another for fame,

many for money,

while others for love and lust.

Some wage war,

some bring peace.


A mad man pursues both science and arts,

he wishes to mingle them into utter oneness.

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Comments

manatita44 from london on November 25, 2020:

You paint a bad colour. I do ot say that you are right or wrong, but I do say that it is God's tapestry. Om Shanti!