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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee poem 4

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


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

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