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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 152

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

POVERTY

Poverty was their pride-

my father, my grandfather, my great grandfather...

They lived a life, where poverty encroached like a heartless hunter,

who had hardly any knowledge about ecological balance.

They belonged to the priest community of Bengal-

honest and humble Brahmins, whose profession was to worship-

worship can never be a crime, it’s an honourable job

but poverty had stolen the crown of honour forever-

they were regarded as low.

Still their honesty and humbleness forced them

to consider poverty as pride and nothing else.

Though I have declared war against poverty,

I think their lives were more glorious than mine.

© 2021 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Comments

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on January 11, 2021:

Nice and powerful poem, expressed beautifully.

Thank you for sharing.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on January 10, 2021:

Good writing.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on January 09, 2021:

Honesty made their poverty glorious....

Sometimes the simple life is the best.