Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 32
Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
FOUR
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