Palas Kumar Ray
Biography of Palas Kumar Ray
I am updating my Biography today on 11-08-2015 while revisiting poemhunter, my birth place as a poet. Poemhunter has been like mother to me who gave me a reason to write poems, who gave me a wonderful readers community who blessed me with their valuable comments on my works and immensely helped me to grow as a poet.So I am ever thankful to each of them and to this poetry website all over.
Palas Kumar Ray Poems
Lot of hunger and having no food is poverty, Not having spare cloth to take bath is poverty, Needing a shelter but not having one is poverty, Child's sick but can not buy treatment, is poverty,
Love N Hatred
When you say you Love Father n Mother Brother n Sister Son n Daughter
Difficult To Say
Who's your friend, who's your foe difficult to say, difficult to know. Whom you do love, whom you do care whom you do trust, with whom you do share
Date Palm Trees Where Weaver-Birds Built...
There they were three Date Palm tree. They were there waiting to be killed
Before the clock was set to count our smile Together we traveled. We traveled for a mile. Before the clock was set to count our tear
Give Your Child A Heart.
Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother Give your child a heart. Heart that makes them kind Oh, Mother, heart that rules the mind.
Happiness, A Search Within.
Wants are fire Flames are woe Happiness is a flower nourished by a shower
Satiated, desiring but not having enough food to offer some, is also poverty, Sheltered, wishing, but failing to accommodate a guest, is also poverty, Treated, prescribed, but unable to effort better treatment is also poverty, Clothed, requiring but can't afford sufficient to meet the need is also poverty,
Bad Time Is Sure To Come
In your life, in your home, you don't solicit You don't wish, but I come, I pay my visit. None I forget or forebode, rich or poor
A Few Mistakes
I have made a few mistakes in my Life And what is the worst, I continue to make such mistakes till now which better knows my wife but I am just going indifferent.
A Poet Is Yet To Born
three two one I'm done, thought a lot of whole. lived a life of prose and fight,
Begins To End
You didn't know but I knew that I did lie. I didn't tell but You felt it, smelt it, knew.
Time Is The Best Healer
No word I know that can do bring solace to your heart, betrayed, humiliated, hurt.
Right And Wrong
Spent a Life pretty long doing the things right and wrong Yet I find it not so easy knowing what I remain busy
Now happy they are
They do not have a car.
Or they'd have the sorrow
the car was so narrow.
The car was so cheap
the color was so deep.
Model was so old
inside was not cold.