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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 216

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


Love is like will-o’-the-wisp-

it burns like a flame

and when one chases to have it,

it disappears into the air.

It’s unstable, so is love.

I have seen flames of love many times in my life,

but when I have tried to catch hold them,

they got vanished.

My empty palm remains forever empty

and that emptiness has touched my heart many times,

its stability is also challenged.

Once I have vowed- I will not run after the flame

but the latter calls me with her arms wide open

and as I approach, she closes her arms and disappears.

My weak heart has surrendered, is surrendering and will surrender to the flame

though the former faces the challenge of its own stability.

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