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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 264

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


I am a storm.

Unlike wind, I have shape and form.

I appear with all my might.

To destroy, unto the last I fight.

The problem lies elsewhere-

I can't create, it's clear.

I haven't got love from mankind,

so I am so rude and unkind.

I gain strength day by day

and destroy everything on my way.

I spare none-

trees, huts, wires...not even human.

Wherever I go, I keep my name.

Even God is too weak to blame.

I change the course of life and living.

I am a ruthless bird with iron wing.

None in this world can stop me.

But humans are taking precautions with full energy.

From eight to eighty, you shall know:

the momentum of my superb blow.

When I leave I keep the world silent.

Humans lose the strength to cry at that very moment.

I am born to create history.

I am an evil victor with life full of mystery.

I take different names at different times,

so that I can write realistic poems over nursery rhymes.

Now I have taken the name, Foni.

Each of you pray to God for own good with folded knee.

© 2021 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee