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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 236

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

Clash

My mind is full of tension-

the ruthless waves are striking the shore

with enormous energy with an intension of destruction-

my work is not going on properly.


Yesterday there was a quarrel between my parents.

Over the phone I receive this news in the morning today.

Their anger is as hot as emerging lava.


Extra added tension makes me blind, I lose a day.


In the evening there is a clash

between me and my mother over the phone-

I never thought what I have told.

Panic-stricken, she dials me thrice,

she hardly gets a proper answer.

My blindness is as dark as the darkest cloud

or the extra-terrestrial black holes-

all lights have faded, my words too.

Tell me please, what else can I do?


Comments

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on June 21, 2021:

Accept the fact that they are your parents.

They will have a different viewpoint than your own, but always show them respect.

The choice is yours to make, but never treat your parents with disrespect.

Thank them for caring & being supportive.

Tell them you love them & you are sorry.

Eat crow.

Misbah Sheikh from The World of Poets on June 21, 2021:

Simply say, Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.

In this life, when you deny someone an apology, you will remember it at time you beg forgiveness. -- Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

Blessings to you

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