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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 34

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


As an archaeologist seeks in midst of vast ruin

the gold and silver coins of history,

I too seek my sweet childhood

in midst of my forgotten memory.

The golden and silvery days of my lost childhood

provide me with an eternal solace,

in midst of all exhaustion of my professional life

I breathe deeply in an open space.

The beauty to remain in childhood forever

can never be recognized until and unless

the child enters adulthood.

Time and age bring a child out of Almighty’s grace.

Though a person is an outcome of one’s childhood,

one wishes to move back again.

All growth and development

seem to be in vain.

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

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