Ajit Das


Ajit Das Poems

121. Without Borders 8/1/2017
122. Where Is My Name? 8/29/2017
123. Muktidham* 10/17/2017
124. Wah Taj! 10/28/2017
125. Tqm - In A Lighter Vein 12/3/2017
126. Love And Care -new- 1/13/2018
127. Ambulance 9/14/2016
128. Far Away 8/1/2016
129. Watchman 6/17/2016
130. Rain 6/20/2016
131. Protesting 11/15/2015
132. A Phone Call 12/27/2015
133. Karna: The Common Man 6/8/2016
134. Retribution 2/15/2016
135. The Eternal Glow 1/21/2016
136. River 12/14/2015
137. Void 12/3/2015
138. A Poet's Job 12/5/2015
139. Dreams 11/28/2015
140. A Tragi-Comedy 11/29/2015
141. Another Voyage 11/20/2015
142. Belief 11/21/2015
143. Mindscape 11/11/2015
144. Making Of A Poem 11/10/2015
145. To A Retired Bureaucrat 10/22/2015
146. In Your Name 10/29/2015
147. The Bond Of Pain 10/15/2015
148. Where Has Love Gone From My Progeny? 10/10/2015
149. Late Autumn 10/14/2015
150. Love 10/12/2015
151. Parting Away 10/11/2015
152. Prelude To Rain 10/11/2015
153. Faith 10/11/2015
154. The Cripple 11/3/2015
155. The Common Man 11/6/2015
156. World Heart Day 12/9/2015
157. Responsibility 12/24/2015
158. Mother Land 3/25/2016
159. R.K. Laxman - A Tribute 5/4/2016
160. Human Kindness 10/23/2015

Comments about Ajit Das

  • Md. Anisur Rahman Md. Anisur Rahman (5/5/2016 1:47:00 AM)

    Hi,
    I liked your poems.You are a great poet.

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Best Poem of Ajit Das

Horizon

When the sky is azure blue,
the horizon draws a line
between heaven and earth.

On a misty day it gets blurred,
closing the distance, limiting
your vision: seen and unseen.

When clouds gather, erasing
the skyline, darkness descends,
enveloping the surroundings.

And, then, clouds disappear,
the dark lifts, mist clears,
the view is sunlit, unimpeded.

The curve of earth beckons.
You try to outstrip; it recedes,
alluring yet with new horizons.

Read the full of Horizon

A Loner

A chair with a desk, a divan and a bed in the room -
I spend most of my time sitting or relaxing on them.
Early sun throws patterns on the wall, then draws out;
a gloomy shade fills the space, hangs on till weak rays
lazing on the decor disappear in the evening mist.

In between I sit on the balcony, looking at the traffic,
its ebb and flow on the street, listening to a bird
chirping from the tree on the lawn, a lone reminder

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