Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 57

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

HER STORY DO YOU KNOW?

Her story do you know?

She is a little bit psycho.

Her hobby is to eat others’ head,

thereby declares a healthy person fully dead.

She points out everyone’s negative

as she claims herself to be a thinker positive.

She plays tricks to solve problems fast.

This is the source of others’ disgust.

Her polluted tricks

are wiped out by the strongs, conquer the weaks.

She stretches for all her helping hand.

For this a credit forever- her sole demand.

In name of help she comes to rule

like a teacher of an army school.

Acting has become her habit,

this washes away others’ wit.

Talking has become her duty,

this snatches away others’ beauty.

Any respect for others she does not have,

but everywhere this she wants to grab.

Knowledge learns from hers,

work surrenders.

For colleagues and faculties her lessons are there.

Go to hell if you don’t hear.

She can never understand a single man’s sentiment,

so, none will love her even for a moment.

Her husband shall be her faithful pet,

otherwise she will declare him: ‘Out of date.’