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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 205

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


After a storm the nature gets disordered-

her existence loses its utter orderliness.

But this is not permanent as slowly but steadily she regains

her orderliness in midst of all destructions.

This is law,

time and progress stretch their ever helping hands.

Loss, fatigue, disease and pain often make me disordered.

I do regain my orderliness

and return to the main stream of life.

I am a part of this vast nature

like an atom of an element.

Her character has been imprinted on my soul-

after a storm the bright day is sure to begin.

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