Gaurav Bhaduri Poems
|1.||The Candle Light||5/7/2008|
|2.||Poets Write To Read||5/7/2008|
|3.||Words Are That||5/7/2008|
|4.||Seacons Cone -N- Seasons Go||5/7/2008|
|5.||A Story, Which Is Untold||5/7/2008|
|8.||When Death Comes||5/10/2008|
|9.||In The Darkness||5/10/2008|
|11.||When Someone Be On Your Side||1/3/2009|
|12.||As I Feel.......||4/19/2009|
|13.||Promises Are Ment To Be Broken||4/19/2009|
|15.||Great Day Ahead||10/24/2009|
|16.||My Colourful Land||3/4/2009|
|20.||To Say I Care||4/16/2009|
|21.||An Advice To Keep||5/7/2008|
Work never seems to end
day in-n-out working goes.
Please may I get a break some time
in the break, work seems to grow.
It is like the weeds I see
in the soil, they seem to grow.
How ever I may pluck them out;
they find there way again and sow.
Work-a-haloes is what my friend call me.
to them work is easy cake
But work in-n-out like me
and you’ll be a hockey stick.
Work-n-work-n-work I see
even work in everyday chores.
Oh! This work never seems to end
with me it also grows.
All the perceptions, wisdom mind,
come in front, when I close my eyes.
Some are dreams, nightmares too:
some bring joy, some fears true.
All I see are within me
in my mind for me to see.
Sudden in night, sweat in grieve
Its what I fear is played on the reel.
Sudden in night, laugh with cheer