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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 27

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


Human hope is like a buzzing bee,

collects nectar day and night-

even from the dry, drooping and dropped flowers

it tries its best to collect.

Collection in midst of loss is its habit.

It also makes sweet honey to fill the hive-

the human heart:

this keeps the heart beating

even when the body becomes still

due to the approach of despair.

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

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