BIBHAKAR DUTTA Poems

My love develops day after day,
my love recalls the past,
guides the present,
and dooms the future.
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What can I do?
nothing, just to surrender
myself to my love as
I am a helpless before the tragic melody..
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He is lying like a dead
on his bed,
the bed is mossy, flowery and greeny
where he contemplates his past,
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Just to drive out of
Beautiful thoughts
Doesn't mean to play
For a lively day...,
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Bewildering thoughts
With my poetic mood,
I only survive by my
God's grace.
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There's a mango tree
That stands singly
At my village's end,
Here's some stretch
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A thoughtful mind
Becoming blind
In your fascinating eyes,
Tell me, how to find
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You're mine
And I'm yours,
You're beautiful,
Yes, I always endorse.
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I'll not sing
the song of woe
Because my love
Can't be faint,
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Your turn, you've now become,
Well, well, congratulations!
But must follow the term,
They expect a lot-
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