Jitendra Kumar Sahoo
Biography of Jitendra Kumar Sahoo
I AM SO SILENT THAT PEOPLE CALL ME SILENT BHAIYA.BUT THE FACT IS I TALK LESS BUT I SAY MORE.I DESTROY MY ENEMIES BY MAKING THEM FRIENDS.
dont think that u r my enemy...........!
i love to ryt poems and stories...
AND I HAVE STARTED WRITING AT THE AGE OF 10! ! ! ...i am great follower of bhagat singh....
i am very simple and honest boy who loved his frnd and country very much.....and i also want to sacrify for my mother land if one chance i get in life....
I AM A PATRIOT POET...!
My main motto is that
Jitendra Kumar Sahoo's Works:
I want to publish a book in future........! ! ! ! !
but not yet! ! i Am a New poet to this site..! !
but i started writing at the age of 10.
Jitendra Kumar Sahoo Poems
My birth is a curse Wandered whole world without purse; Saw human without humanity Lost kindness, love, no pity;
My First Beloved ≪3
For the first time when I opened my baby eyes I saw this nature with a red morning sky And I had been fallen in love Now my small in love flying like a small dove
I asked my mother land To whom you fear the most? My mother land: Replied me it is the alive ghost! ! ;
Worst Days At Class 11! ! !
Once, We were sincere Oh no……but since year! ! ! Class 11 comes we
The Land Of My Life!
The land which gives me birth Is a part of the holy earth; Her brooks flows as blood Inside my vein;
Reminding School Days! !
Ah! Its my school days! ! Cycling on hilly roads; Chasing the crazy cows & goats; Waving hands to the others
Memories Of My Class Pals! ! ! !
In my class there are many girls and boys Who have forgotten to play with toys They are the strong creature Have power to do some adventure;
One Side Lover <3
Once saw a lovely girl She became the priceless pearl; Of my heart oyster Had a fantasy to get her;
Oh my parting pal Oh my precious pearl; Giftedly I found thee As the fountain of sweet ale;
Owl At Night
Hot and humid climate Body is so wet! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! When I enter my room! ! ! ! I feel hot like my mom is chasing me with a broom;
Most Successful Man
Most successful man r those who can think like a old man and able to do works like a young man.
The Land Of My Life!
The land which gives me birth
Is a part of the holy earth;
Her brooks flows as blood
Inside my vein;
Her fertile land is my body
Which is evergreen by monsoon rain;
I am from that land