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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 97

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


Secret of one’s life is like burning truth,

the smoke of which is too unpleasant to be inhaled.

Every life has a secret (it may be more than one)

and everyone hides it (them) from individual to individual.

At times the fire may be put-off

but its fumes spread all over.

An accidental act may not be denounced so much

but a wrong one is sure to be condemned.

If the wrong is repeated,

the secret will no longer remain as secret.

Then one will suffer...

Accidents may occur many times in life

but a wrong deed must not occur more than once.

Disclosure will not only destroy the image

but also, can destroy the connections

as faith is totally wiped away.

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee