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Sunday Poetry by Piyali Basu

November, and We say it Winter On a dripping day that never really wakens, when the sun is weak behind the line of my ve...

PEACE ON PLATTER The morning awakes in bridal splendour Coy sunshine skims the mountain slope Earthy fragrance in emboss...

Oblivion Phil was afraid of being forgotten. That fear of hers so profound, Agha Shahid Ali mentioned repeatedly in his...

Symphony of love Find an old woman Started talking Observe behaviour Put huge artificial love No response Heart is adama...

Confessions of a Zombie-Phobic There is a very thin line between life and death, Don't be deceived by one's jolly smile-...

CONFLICT WORLD What I Thought, This World Today. It Is Not The World, I Expected. Reigns of Rulers, Years Rolled. Rules...

The last time The time is over. From toes to head Here is white body cover. On it so many flowers... White, yellow, blue...

My Purpose is to be Free, to be Me I wasn’t aware of The purpose of my Life till I met you My dream man, My savior, my...

Durga puja Everyone thought that Maa wasn’t coming this year, Staying in their houses, crumbled with fear. Eyes see the...

সহজিয়া এতো সহজ নয়, এতো সহজ নয় কঠিন ও নয় তেমন ধ্বংসের পথে হাটা চিতা সাজিয়ে রেখে বেরোতে হয় মশারি টাঙানোর মতো ভেতরে নিজের স...