Ratan Bhattacharjee

01-12-1957 / Kolkata

When I Go To Light A Candle

When I go to light a candle
Air has blown it off
Or it falls on the ground for no reason
Known to me.
I try to lit it up and I fail time and again

When I see a cloud in the sky
I feel that something will happen
Some cloud will melt
Into pearl drops of rain.

When I try my best to make a beautiful thing
Someone breaks it in the middle
Of my work. I try, I try, I try
But all in vain.
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