Seema Chowdhury

Rookie - 321 Points (14th September,1971 / Dhaka, Bangladesh)

Biography of Seema Chowdhury

Hi, my name is Seema.I was born to my dearest parents in Dhaka, Bangladesh.Besides being a daughter, I'm a mother of 2 lovely daughters Samia and Sameen.I'm married to the world's most caring and loving person Sunny. He has always shown me the brighter side of life when things have gone wrong. My family has always being very supportive and helpful.I started writing when I was 19 and now in the period of 20 years I have written more than 3000 poems with many of them published in the USA, UK, Canada, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Philippines.

Poetry, to me, is a picture without any color that adds a tint and a shade according to my mood and imagination.It has really helped me to search my answers to the troubles and the joys of life and showed me the reasons and causes of life's pain and sorrow.I really feel it is the best friend that one could ever make.

I got 4 Editor's choice awards,3 Gold pins and The Ambassador of poetry award for the year 2006 and 2007 from www.Poetry.com, USA within the last 6 years.At present I'm toying with paint to learn the technique of illustrating my poems.

In January 2010 and 2011, I participated in the ART EXHIBITION organized by Cape Breton University, Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada.3 of my oil paintings were displayed each year for a month, the theme I chose was 'The Timeless Tales Of Bangladesh' it was a very interesting and an exciting experience for me.I hope I can do this again if God Wills.

Recently my poems and arts were published by'Caper Times' Cape Breton University, Canada, three times in a row in 2010.I also received a gift from them for my 3 contribution to their news letter. I hope I'll continue to contribute my work and spread love and peace through my poetry and art.Inshallah.

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Sunset

I saw the sun saying goodbye with a smile
It didn't last long, but only for a while
That moment when the sun was going down
Things seem very calm and quiet in the town

The birds were coming back to their nest
As if they were tired and needed some rest
The flowers seemed gloomy, down and blue
As sun was setting, they couldn't see the view

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