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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 71

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


The bonfire of materialism has burnt into ashes

the spirituality of human heart.

Its poisonous blood is flowing through our veins,

into our tissues spreading its dirt.

As a consequence, from the Himalayas to Kanyakumari

corruption has overcast the sky like a grey cloud,

percolated with rainwater into the ground,

brought dusty storm with thunder loud.

Even a ray of light never dares to penetrate

the sky to touch this land.

The greenery of human life has turned into

the yellowness of desert sand.

Fiercer than cancer are

the nail and tooth of this demon.

The lifesaving drug to cure

is still unknown.

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