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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 148

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


When will one’s turn come one hardly knows?

Today you will find one in a jovial mood,

but tomorrow one may become ever silent

and those who will present in one’s surroundings

will be astonished, perplexed and shocked

because a sudden lightening from the darkest sky will electrocute them.

One’s silence will make them motionless for a while or forever.

Remember everyone’s turn will come,

for some it will come early, for some it will come late

and here a proper queue is never maintained.

I never know when my turn will come,

I’ll play the flute of creativity till it approaches.

© 2021 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

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