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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 18

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

WITHIN THREE MONTHS

‘The sweet garden of my life is burnt into ashes-

it is destroyed forever:

my wife has passed away

leaving me and our daughter alone’,

a bereaved husband cried.


Within three months colorful flowers bloomed

in his destroyed garden!

The birds were found singing there!

He got back his wife though the lady was different-

his daughter is now staying in his in-law’s house,

adjusting hard to accept the new motherhood.

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee