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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 197

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


If I die

my word will be unspoken,

my work will be undone,

my way will be untraversed.

I wish to survive for long

to express myself up to the brim,

then death will realize one’s defeat

in front of my expression.

My expression will conquer death,

the shadow of which will not dare

to come in front of me.


Harriet Dionela from Taguig City, Philippines on March 15, 2021:

Thanks for sharing this poem. This gives me thoughts to ponder about death.

manatita44 from london on March 15, 2021:


The mortal coil will go at some point. Like spring, the soul will be prepared for another glorious sunrise

Ann Carr from SW England on March 15, 2021:

So much upon which to ponder!


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