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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 32

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


As adulthood knocked at the door,

a boy wanted to have at least an experience.

First time utter confusion

suppressed his maleness.

Second time he enjoyed

and fell in one-minute love.

This will remain imprinted ever

in his brain’s curve.

Third time too,

but he faced plunder.

Forth time he became desperate against it,

was slapped but escaped luckily at that hour.

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

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