Priyanka Bhowmick Poems

Way to the lane
Sam stood under a tree
waiting for Jane
says to himself, 'I love thee.'
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here you are
resting on my cupboard
Weary? Aren't you?
flying day till night
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63 years of Independence
still our country prevails in prudence
in the memory of the soldiers gone by
silently I remember and sigh
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smile of the known
twinge my eyes
as I see them
merrily existing
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Unknown a trouble has grabbed my soul,
a trouble incapable I am to portray.
Neither the pain of love nor the tragedy of life,
hurting my mind in a ceaseless way.
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In the silence of the nights,
when people are engaged with their sleep,
I can hear your footsteps....
Your footsteps... oh dear breeze! !
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To the creator of the earth,
Who has gave us life...
Who gave us the power to laugh...
Who showed us the pains to cry.
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A place to hold my head high,
I shall fly towards the deep blue ocean,
crossing the thickness of the spread jungle,
jumping the high altitude mountains,
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