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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee poem 4

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

A HOUSE

In a house some got rooms,

while many others got shelter

in the darkness and dampness of dirty corners.

The deprivation has reached to such a height that

some of them have chosen the way of violence,

thus becoming anti-socials in our eyes

but freedom fighters in the eyes of deprived.

The assurances of basic needs are coming

since decades with a great voice.

Still they are striving for rights in midst of all filthiness-

there sunlight fails to penetrate,

there fresh air never blows,

there perennial water has lost its course,

there naked barrenness has engulfed the eternal flow of life forever.

When will they get their rooms?

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Comments

Verlie Burroughs from Canada on June 06, 2020:

When will they get their rooms? Powerful write Sankhajit.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on April 30, 2020:

Great writing to remind us of the poor conditions many live with every day.

We often forget others have only shelter with no rights as we live in house with rooms taking moments for granted.

Nice writing.