Asit Kumar Sanyal
I am from India. My poems are based on Indian culture, system and customs. I am not a poet but writing poem is my hobby and whenever I get free time in my busy life, I try to utilize it. I write in English and Bengali both with my limited knowledge but in a different style. In my student life, I was interested for writing essays and short stories more and less poems. Now I write more poems and ... more »
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Asit Kumar Sanyal Poems
I moved ahead about four decades From my childhood love I could not forget a single moment Live like a loving dove,
What is the definition of friendship? I don't know, The intellectuals are also Not unanimous on this subject.
The First Night After Marriage
It was the extreme dark as no-moon night Continuously drizzling from long hours Load shading was active on its routine job The jackals were howling in bamboo clusters.
I am not a hermit But free from the sin I live in the sticky mud But it never touches my skin.
Forgiveness is different from condoning, It is not excusing or pardoning too Not even forgetting and reconciliation It is different from those things
The Traffic Light
The traffic light, Red, yellow and green Works all together With rules
A Train Journey
I had to go to home town with my wife For an important job I preferred train journey And tried to book the ticket,
The home is sweet The hostel is sweeter The life in hostel is different The great blessing of hostel life
The Lame Schoolmaster
It was my village primary school Here I had studied up to class four There was an old lame teacher Having the key of school's main door.
Sex And Love
Sex is the cause Love is the effect Sex makes hot Love always reflects.
I express the love in four forms Love of kinship Love of friendship Romantic desire
There was a lake in my village Where I used to swim daily Catch the fish by hook and net About forty five years back.
The Man Blooms
The flower blooms in Sun light It loves the morning Sun The man blooms in woman's love The woman loves the man.
We are alive for what? It's the hope and love, Hope is like a dry leaf in water Dropped by the dove.
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I moved ahead about four decades
From my childhood love
I could not forget a single moment
Live like a loving dove,
The memories settled in my mind
To preserve and to say
Its look like the fresh and green
Just happened yesterday.
I remember that particular moment
I touched her finger
When she offered me at her home
A glass of lime water
When I close my eyes and go back
I see my first kissing
Taken behind the temple of Shiva
Being suddenly missing.
Our hairs are now black and white
Living on each other's support
Children are ...