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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 62

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


As the ascending node of moon’s axis engulfs the whole sun,

crime and invasion have engulfed our nation.

Police and army are too weak to tackle,

too corrupted to control,

too poor to face.

Netaji, you should arise like a morning sun at this hour,

ignoring the shadow, should spread your flame

to burn the rubbish into ashes,

otherwise your mother will turn into a waste bin.

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

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