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PRADIP DASGUPTA Poems
Let the moment be still in the starry night. let the indulgence of this moment be as quiet and secret as the
My smile and my life is with you. My beginning and my end is with you.
Heart a place where blood flows. but poet heart's, a sacred place where his
Fire Of Love
Fire of love does not starts easily but once it caught cannot be stopped easily. One never knows how one
I knew that i can forgot you but i never knew that my heart will deceive me this way. I am not even in your memory but my memory is full of yours. sometimes cause happiness and sometimes pain. But i never learned to come out from them. Your memory burns and broke my heart again and again. From where and doing what can i erase
The night is accompanied by cool winds of summer to comfort those who have remain uneasy for whole day. Sometimes the rain come to comfort it with wild winds. The storms brings relief to dry soul.
They walk through the snow, through lofty mountains, through deserts to make your walk safe. They remain asleep all night just to make sure you sleep sound.
Let the poet mind wonder through stars, moon, mountain, wilderness to collect the nectar of his creation.
I loose myself when i see a glimpse of you and then i curse my fast moving heart and my unopened silence that
Songs Of Her
I have forgot the lyrics but i want to hmm the song. The song so snooting to my ears often my soul rest upon it.
The Arrival Of Monsoon
Life, A Season
Things starts from spring when flowers start blooming. where a leaf come out from seed just like child
I Am Rebel
The sky is limitless, the land is vast. Then why i will be content with your limited thought
I See Her
I see her as far sparkling star which sparkle in my heart. She can't live with me but she continue to live in my
Let the moment be still in the
let the indulgence of this moment
be as quiet and secret as the
opening of the wild flowers.
sleeping under the bed of grass,
along the roof of starry night,
let the sleep be full of peace.
let only the shooting stars come
from the celestal world to fall
like a rain and the fireflies
dancing among them.
let the call of love of cricket,
bog from the scrub and the marshy
pond be the only song.
let the time be the only silent
observed in the play of night of