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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 266

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

Bone Cancer

'He is suffering from a rare type of cancer,' the doctor opined.


The footballer thought several times-

yes, that was the area, where his opponent kicked several times.

The latter received yellow card, never a red one.

Politics is a game

but now game arranges a place for politics.

The footballer believed in art,

so he never misused his skill.


'The right leg shall be separated out,' the doctor opined.


Now, his game would be over forever.

Here the rare disease was conspiracy-

the doctor, no doubt, would cure him

but could never prevent it from happening again and again.


The opponent knew to win

without playing the game.

Game is not World War

and sportsman is never a soldier.

There is no art in killing.


The footballer told, 'Thank you doctor'.


Perhaps the opponent was uttering,

'I am the champion. My team is the champion'.

But the football concluded, 'I lost my goal, not only missed it'!

© 2021 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Comments

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on August 16, 2021:

Sometimes we lose chances in life, but isn't better to keep moving forward?

Ravi Rajan from Mumbai on August 15, 2021:

A wonderful poem Sankhajit.I loved the subtle message you have tried to convey between your words. Thanks for sharing.

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