Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 187

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

THE ROSE GARDEN OF MY HOUSE

Whenever I step inside the rose garden of my house,

a rose, named love-affair, turns into a thorny yellow cactus

as if she is annoyed due to my entrance.

At once I come out of the garden,

from outside I witness her smile under bright sunlight.

I never know-

what crime have I done,

why does she ignore me,

when will she change her mind?

I wait and wait with utter patience

outside the gate to get a positive answer.

Suddenly a dream of dawn wakes me up-

I witness a rose bud coming out from yellow sand

with a smile under bright sunlight.

She utters, “I’m romanticism,

I welcome you, man into my heart.”