A Death Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
A Death
Truth is like fire, untruth like dry leaves,
which can suppress the flame but never the fume,
which will signify- there is a fire somewhere.
In a world famous discovery a female scientist contributed a lot.
Alas! She died of cancer, deprived of posthumous fame.
Two male scientists took her work, concluded it, set forward a theory without acknowledging her.
Even today one of them utters: ‘Women aren't fit for science'.
Fume was observed; flame was discovered: dry leaves withered away-
there is an university after her name.
A very commendable piece of poetry! The opening line itself articulates everything.....10+++
Truth is like fire, untruth like dry leaves, ...wonderful ....... Even today one of them utters: ‘Women aren't fit for science'......still the masculine society is ungrateful to feminine abilities....
Ode to lady scientist. A seed dies Only then rises the sapling. Often the birth vof new begins at death wound. Good work. Admiration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 2:18:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Isn't our world a greta place full of justice and love? A fine piece of poetry my friend!