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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 200

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


As the spring comes with all her glamour

wearing a golden gown with golden hair and lips...

she will appear before me-

the golden hue of dawn will bath me,

wet my body, senses, mind and heart.

My loneliness will set like the evening sun

and I will divide my existence with her

and I will share my existence with her-

I will begin to exist within her,

she will begin to exist within me.

The barren winter will die of cold,

the golden spring will be born-

the barrenness of my heart will sink in quick sand,

my desert will be converted into a golden oasis.

The golden hue will touch my maleness,

I will recognize my own creativity.

My life will run along an avenue of

golden pine trees bearing golden flowers and fruits.

Cuckoo’s golden voice will kill my emptiness

piercing deep inside the core of my heart.

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