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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 15

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

BERMUDA TRIANGLE

There death is waiting

with the arms and legs wide apart,

with the blood-red tongue and lips,

with the night-dark eyes,

with the knife-sharp canine teeth protruding out,

with the rope-long hairs,

with the eternal hunger in the belly

and in a black suit.


The death tells:

‘I’m a demon,

waiting for a ship or an aeroplane to engulf a crew-

a single being fails to quench my eternal hunger’.


As science failed to find out the reason with utter accuracy,

she turned her pale face full of questions towards the supernatural.

The supernatural’s answer:

‘I’ve taken the form of death as I not only create and keep

but also destroy and wipe away’.