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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 209

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

FOR MANY YEARS...

For many years I have not seen the sunshine-

the century’s darkest cloud has hidden the sun forever,

my fate too is hidden like that.

I look at the sky,

my eyes are fixed like nails on a wooden cross-

I can only see the gambling of the cloud

and there is no sign of the brightest star.

Sunshine is the rhythm of my life,

sunshine is the beat of my life.

O, I wish to witness the sunshine!

O, the cloud, you get away, run away from my way!

Let my way be illuminated by the sunshine

and let me proclaim my victory.

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