Biography of Baidurya Mukherjee
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I write poems and stories.I stay in the little city of kolkata in India.Thnaks to everybody who reads ad comments on my poems
Baidurya Mukherjee Poems
If I Could Get Organized
There may be nothing wrong with you The way you live the work you do, But I can surely plainly see Exactly what is wrong with me.
The Fields I Strolled Upon...
Everyday I strolled through the fields When My day was done I went there to have solitude, After the day's joy, sorrow and fun...
Day and Night my eyes I strain, My parents feel you're a pain. All The Time I squint and cry,
Who knows what lies in my fate? 'cause tommorow is my result date! In morn I have to go and get- My result, which I really hate!
Days That Have Gone
As I looked back, its not yet very far I can still have a prominent glimpse Days when i used to make paper boats And used to knit with them lots of dreams
My Brother is very bad He always makes my mother sad By complaining about me to her And sometimes to my big fat sir
It's not easy to forget the past, The instances when you've been wrong, You never know how die is cast, So put it behind and move along.
My Brother Part -Ii(Read My Brother Part...
After I returned from the nursing home, My Bumped head looked like a dome.. My Brother not giving me a moment of peace, Started jumping around me like a tease,
I first posted this poem on my side account - an average poet As I roamed around the street, I heard a sound of pain,
I first posted this poem on my side account- An average poet Sadness- We have to face,
This poem was first posted on my side account-chom chom My granny lost her specs today, And she searched for them in every way,
This poem was first posted in my side account- Rapunzel is a story we all know so well,
After spending years in the city, I was returning to my village humming a ditty.... It was really good to think of my mom,
The First Time I Met You
first published in my side account-chom chom
Days That Have Gone
As I looked back, its not yet very far
I can still have a prominent glimpse
Days when i used to make paper boats
And used to knit with them lots of dreams
I can still remember those days
When I used to come home mud smeared
Remembered mom's punishment last week
And deep inside heart I feared