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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 60

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


I saw a star on the night sky,

expressing his glory, smiling at me- my maternal uncle,

his importance will never fade from my life.

As all expressions stop during death,

none is able to express her.

She comes like a kitten.

Her eyes are covered with a dark black cloth,

she can’t differentiate between young and old.

She is more ferocious than a professional murderer.

She had snatched my young uncle from her old mother’s lap

as a leopard snatches a deer from the nature’s lap.

His death had rocked our foundation

as an earthquake rocks the entire city

or a tsunami rocks the entire seabed.

No heavenly nectar can sweeten his mother’s life, fulfill her eternal emptiness…

Her life lost the rhythm and pace forever

as a river loses her entity upon entering the sea.

Our life had become quite normal-

time and nature did that job.

The bereaved mother seeks her son’s presence in absence

in photos, sweet memories of past...

Her wish now is to reach her son’s abode, to meet with him!

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

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