Sunday Talks

Sunday Poem By Subrata Bhattacharya

MOTHER’S HEART Woman takes pride to become a beloved Mother. To give birth a baby, she confronts dreadful fear. Ten mont...

Though, yet According to my clock It's morning. But, here is darkness. Fog covers my city. In winter season My dear city...

It is sad to grow old I feel like unbosoming myself to you dear. I wish I could make you feel how badly I miss my spent...

New Beginnings As the New Year has begun, there are a lot of resolutions to undertake and abundant things to do. It is...

KINDNESS Sukhen's life took an unpredictable turn when he realized that kindness plays a vital role in life. Once one of...

First Day This rocking chair was a gift from soft sunrays This book of poems was carefully crafted by chilly winds I nev...

Love-Song Come, let us fly To touch the sky Clasping the love-balloon Buoyed with hopes high On the flying saucer calle...

Maples know our Love! Those maples, cedars and even the birch, Still are carrying the bruises , Once you delivered me w...

Never ask a river about her age Never ask a river about her age A river surveys life Measures experiences Gathers seeds...

Can anybody tell me? Can anybody tell me Where the depth of story That every lip says, "lie"? The heap of advised lesson...