Sunday Poem By Soumen Roy
Palanquin Bearers Palanquin bearers sing the gracile Swinging notes sick at heart woven in a smile Bridal alta over the aristocratic threshold A child of innocence imprints the first script on the door. Blew...
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Palanquin Bearers Palanquin bearers sing the gracile Swinging notes sick at heart woven in a smile Bridal alta over the aristocratic threshold A child of innocence imprints the first script on the door. Blew...
CHALLENGES FACED BY CHILDREN IN CONTEMPORARY INDIAN SOCIETY A child is the most precious gift of God who should always be protected and safeguarded against all kinds of social malpractices. Looking at the...
TO BE CONTINUED I value relationships. But they seldom sustain in my life. And when I look back, I just cannot stop myself from being nostalgic! I cannot afford to call myself as somebody...
No veils, please! ( written in commemoration of the women killed ruthlessly, when the Talibans catapulted to power in Afghanistan ) She is a lady in veil now, But last month she hated to...
The vision It was a frank golden sunlight marching inside the room the day after the night father passed away. Not a tinge of any other colour marked the hue, so spotless were the...
Coloring Outside the Lines Blue is the color of kaleidoscope dreams abstracted with neon mandalas that swirl and shift in spaces beyond those consciousness knows how to tame. Energy crystalized at a pressurized point...
Around the world in Your Arms Your finger tips faded from my face somewhere around midnight yesterday and the morning looked so pale, the sky dangling over the valley with eyes rolled back tears...
Fell for my Mother The bullet made its way, From its path it didn’t sway, On it went straight as an arrow, Made a huge hole, a hollow. A void which cannot be filled,...
A KISS FROM RAIN As you pause a little to think over as to how to manoeuvre an answer to my desire for a kiss so queer, words on your lips dry up quickly...
A College-going Cheer Evening is rocking amid a fashion carnival, flaunting her young limbs at every whistling cheer! If only you clasp your fingers with my dreams and sighs like a college-going three-some, Swaying...
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