Sudipta Biswas Poems
- Crematorium On the riverbank, there is half burnt Firewood, ...
- A Holy Tradition This is not only good This is not only ...
- O Bird… Come Bird... Whenever I see a lonely bird is flying ...
- The Last Call The last day my address will be changed I will...
- The Marching Forward This is not only good. This is not ...
- I Remember You If possible, come back in my life At dead ...
- Oyster Life Now, in this beautiful world We’ll live an ...
A graduate engineer BE (Power Engineering) , MBA(Finance & Marketing) , perusing PhD. His poems have been published in different magazines of India and abroad both in Bengali and English language. more »
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On the riverbank, there is half burnt
Firewood, an old pillow, a tattered quilt
And a broken terracotta pot
All spread out all over the place.
Four bamboo sticks are at four corners,
Still burning with smoke.
The water from the river flows and it washes
All the charred firewood left,
And it soaks the torn quilt and pillows.
Only, the body is not there.
Those who watched the cremation
— Have also left.
So, the wind starts to blow
In the dark of the night
Crying for the deceased.