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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 49

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


Clouds bring rain, she perturbs the drops.

One drop wanted to conquer a cloud

with his utter maleness.

But it fell on the ground,

failed to be evaporated

and form cloud.

Theory remained immortal,

reality was not repeated.

Though Freud smiled like the golden sun,

Oedipus was found dead.

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

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