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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 236

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


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?

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