Biography of Sumita Datta
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 in a river side when the elephant used his trunk to make me seat on him. From the age of 5 till 15, reading Tagore was addiction… It was my passion to recite poems written by Tagore. As time flies, priority changes in life… From school to college, college to job and then marriage, all these pushed me from Assam to Kolkata, Kolkata to Delhi. My profession took me from India to Belguim, Belguim to Canada… and many more countries… In short, I met lot of people variety of culture, seen variety of nature which helps me to write.
I am not a poetess. Writing is my passion and I right whatever I feel. If you like it and put an honest comment, I accept that as a blessing.
Sumita Datta Poems
Friendship will never make you apart If that goes from heart to heart… Friendship will long last
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….
***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,
Happy & Sad
Happy and Sad – never come together They are very different in nature, Happy is very cute, always smiling
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
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….
You come to my dream quite often
When I talk to you, I feel fervent…
I know you love me, and I love you too! ! !
I also know that our love is pure & true…
You never expressed your love to me,
Though, I am always in your mind flying like a bee…