Bipin Patsani

Freshman - 505 Points (February 16,1951 / Badatota(Khurda) , Odisha, India)

Bipin Patsani Poems

1. Poetry On Wheels 6/3/2016
2. Past Perfect And Present Indefinite 6/3/2016
3. Five Poems 6/5/2016
4. The Blockade 6/7/2016
5. Aesthetic Intercourse 10/30/2016
6. The End Of Poetry 10/30/2016
7. How Does A Lotus Bloom? 10/30/2016
8. Making A Poem 9/23/2011
9. Guitar 9/23/2011
10. Song Of The Happy Cripple 10/3/2011
11. Badatota, My Pretty Little World 10/3/2011
12. Falling Again 10/3/2011
13. The Portrait Of Grandfather 11/4/2011
14. Humble Reticence 11/16/2017
15. My Life: My Poetry 11/16/2017
16. Feelings 11/21/2017
17. Wild Ecstasy 11/21/2017
18. Fingers 9/23/2011
19. The Song Of Love 11/2/2017
20. A Mother In Town 5/24/2012
21. A Tribute To My Wife, Manju 7/31/2017
22. To Be Or Not To Be Your Own Master 11/15/2017

Comments about Bipin Patsani

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (12/2/2017 8:06:00 AM)

    Sir, you have to keep writing irrespective of the response you get from your readers.
    See John Keats or Milton were not poets in Poem Hunter. Someone posted their poems here on their behalf.
    Today's poem will never be a poem if you don't post and share.
    Wish more of your poems surface sir.

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Best Poem of Bipin Patsani

To Be Or Not To Be Your Own Master

Spoil not your moments of bliss,
Moments of peace and happiness,
trying to know and measure
who loves you how much,
who allows how much space
for you in her heart, time to chat,
or seeks pleasure elsewhere.

Don't be another King Lear
and destroy your own sphere,
so sweet, sovereign and dear.

Don't spoil the happiness
and peace of others either.
Don't be an evil Chillingworth
of The Scarlet Letter,
your scholarly insight
reducing to devil's delight
to put your hurting finger
of itching awareness
on someone's hidden wound
or ...

Read the full of To Be Or Not To Be Your Own Master


From earth to ether
Stretch your invisible strings
Like silver beams.

Where should I touch you, spring?
I hear your silent symphony everywhere.
I hear your call
Somewhere in my eager within
Gathering to compose my distracted being,

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