Fun Of Destiny Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Fun Of Destiny



Coming back after a year
Foreign ambience to native soil
Parental care unsatisfactory
Rushed to her house
Gloom of pandemic
Her existence hanging on the wall
Left her home forever
Never left this land
Working here for livelihood only
No need for money, status or fame

Still her perfume in air…

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