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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 197

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

IF I DIE…

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.

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