I'm an m.tech scholar at NIT Silchar, Assam India.I write and i love to write, cause i feel it minimize my subconscious storage.Most of my poems origin from personal feelings or experience in our daily live and others are what comes in my mind.Hope you will enjoy both my joy & woe..... more »
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Litan Dey Poems
Indian Railway Station
People can live this way! No time table, food crown... Not sure about the next breath Hardly they have waste food
I Can't Show My Feelings!
I can't show you my love Can't tell you how much I think about you. Can you visit my mind,
Who Do You Want?
You are not sweet Perpetually not fair At time you can’t bright.Always You were wrong
I have lost myself Nobody ask me... 'Eat to your's heart will' A plate of food i have not seen
Sense Impression Of Money
It's not poison! We need it We can store or eat let's add extra...Normalize your heartbeat We are nothing to 'HIM', It's proven benefit
Slowly they have grown up Rest on the sides Small trees try to hug it Sunlight draws pictures on the wall
Shadow of poverty
Give back my hope Awaiting for father at night with Her Fly high with poverty Searching for live. Immature rare dreams
Willing To Be
I can see my day after present Not a good man A rich among you But a singer.Roaming your village
The Star Hide By Clouds
The hushed crowd Helpless road And the street family Can you see what I'm seeing?
Aiming To Death
Can you realize the pain? A very young girl try to kill herself All time her body back with the soul She beat her at the last level
Roguery Profligate Money replaces money Hot game! Skin and we
I Sat In The Shade Of The Tree
I'm not a poet, Nor like a writer Me; A daily labor I sat in the shade of the tree
When Success Fails!
I received all the pain, My heart gets filled, Bloods, steps and smile Can't feel their presence,
Efficiency Of Revolution
Theory of revolution fails It's not same for women's life We are always kept women Continuing for a long time
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Indian Railway Station
People can live this way!
No time table, food crown...
Not sure about the next breath
Hardly they have waste food
Children are crying
Playing with drops
...Mom! ! Food...
No hope is better than false hope
So, She is careless about them
Sometimes she laughs at them
Meaning is blank to me...
The Station is their hope
city and heaven
Bathe, food, marriage and
They pass their fore
we can't wait for a second
It's not the life of the few
Thousands of aimless families!
The beauty of our money is ...