Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 222

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

An Irreparable Loss

After eight years they became parents-

they were blessed with a baby boy.

Amidst a vast empty desert

they discovered an oasis of joy.

When the boy was three,

he was playing with his cousin brother-

the latter showed a match stick to him,

out of fear he fell into a bucket containing hot water.

He was hospitalized, suffered from pneumonia,

his parents thought he was sleeping, he passed away.

Since then they worshipped with their left hands.

The horror of dreadful night curbed the light of day.

Time passed, years passed, they grew old,

nobody could make up the loss.

Still they cry, they sob, they weep,

without any support the world they will cross.