I was born and brought up in a small cosmopolitan town called Digboi situated in upper Assam, India. From a toddler become a pretty woman spending time with nature. Spent my childhood sometimes playing with tad poles in the pond or climbing jack fruit tree; sometimes playing with hailstones, sometimes by catching fish. Still remember how crazy I was to ride the elephant during my trip to a picnic... more »
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Sumita Datta Poems
Friendship will never make you apart If that goes from heart to heart… Friendship will long last
***Become a beautiful person...***
Beauty lies in kindness, Beauty lies in honesty… Blend them together, Become a beautiful faculty….
A love letter
Do you know, a simple love letter To people how does it matter? You can write many words to express it You can write only those three letters…
*** I think I am just like that***
Some think I am sad Some think I am mad Some think I am bad Some think I am not so bad,
Mother is she who spends sleepless night to make you sleep Mother is she who understands you from the very deep… Mother is she who will laugh and cry along with you….
Pass a smile
I smile when I am shy I smile when I want to cry I smile when I am sad
A question to God
Though I am not alone by birth But I do not have a shelter in this earth... I don’t know who are my mother and father
Happy & Sad
Happy and Sad – never come together They are very different in nature, Happy is very cute, always smiling
Do you Agree?
Sugar is sweet Sweet is honey But more than that One feels sugary
***A stormy day***
It was a sunny winter afternoon… In the sky along with setting Sun I could see the rising moon… I was reading a novel sitting in my room…
***We live on***
Our love dies, our wishes die, But somehow, we survive… Our dreams sink, our hopes sink, But our eyes continue to blink…
A life without a life...
It’s a life with commitment It’s a life without complement It’s a life with compromise It’s a life without appraise
Am I your frined?
Who am I? Many a times, I think, who am I?
At the age of 7; Every afternoon she waits by the window for her dad As every afternoon at the same time From office dad is supposed to come back….
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Friendship will never make you apart
If that goes from heart to heart…
Friendship will long last
If in friendship, there exists trust…
Forever friendship will be seen
If friendship is honest and clean…
Age has never been a bar in friendship
You should know the art to retain the relationship…
Respect is the keyword in friendship
That you always need to keep...
At end, friendship is a charitable trust
If you want to prolong, existence of love is must….