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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.

Comments

Devika Primić from Dubrovnik, Croatia on April 23, 2021:

Sankhajit Bhattacharjee It is not a good sight of what is going on in the world and India doesn't have it any better. Hope it gets better and that people follow protocols and recover.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on April 22, 2021:

Ann,

I actually fear that the new strain from India is spreading.

It is in the UK & Scotland now.

And I heard the vaccine does not protect against it.

I sure hope it disappears instead.

Ann Carr from SW England on April 22, 2021:

It seems that our darkness is lifting but India is the darkest place right now. They are helpless and it's horrific.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on April 22, 2021:

Ann,

I love your comment.

Ann Carr from SW England on April 22, 2021:

Many experience darkness of all kinds. How good it is when the sun is revealed and shines through to warm our hearts. I hope the darkness in this world lifts soon.

Ann

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on April 22, 2021:

I'd hate to have my fate hidden like that...

May gazing at the wooden cross show you a glimmer of sunshine in your heart.

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