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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 30

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

PROPERTY

Morning becomes day,

day becomes noon,

noon becomes evening,

evening becomes night

and next day begins.

Days pass, seasons pass, years pass…

Life moves on like a broken chariot.

Let it move with time,

its property is moving.

May the phenomena be ordinary,

nothing fruitful is taking place.

There’s nothing to worry,

let my life move in midst of fruitless episodes,

its property is moving.

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee