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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 270

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

Not Nostalgic

Behind dark cloud there is sun-

memory is not yet faded:

river current is never observed on surface but it's underneath.

But I am not nostalgic-

childhood means away from life struggle,

within safe protection of parental care.

Life means to struggle.

Struggle has given birth to life.

No doubt those nights were peaceful

but now a single night signifies a horror show-

full of tension, anxiety and frustration.

I like it.

This means life is flowing.

A journey through a road of rock is always welcomed-

thrill always brings satisfaction.

But when I was a child

I was living peacefully though I could not understand

the meaning of life properly.

Child may be a man's father

but a man is father of life,

but a man is father of struggle...

Life is never delicate like a child-

it's hard and uneven like an experienced man.

Time has driven me out of nostalgia

as time teaches better than coaching centers.

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