Biography of Boishakhi Mitro
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Boishakhi Mitro's Works:
Boishakhi Mitro Poems
I can die a thosand deaths, every day For that face.
One Afternoon In A Library...
We had just joined highschool, It was a library period i remember. When i caught a person tearing a page from a book! The stupid that I am,
To My Adolescent Son.............
You argue, you are adamant, Sometimes annoyingly stubborn. And I cant help but mutter to myself, 'the chip of old Bloke, that he is! '
A Face In My Dreams
The face disapears, suddenly, unexpectedly.....
A Ceremony Called Living..
As the nor'wester blows, Bringing in more despair than hope,
I had heard her name whispered, Among ladies of good 'culture',
The earliest memories that i've of her.............. A septugenarian bend over a stove in the kitchen.....
Closed Verses In Open Relationships
These days I often find, Profiles with taglines....
While u think of mankind, issues larger than life, I continue to live in bondage!
Of jarring speeches n soulless voices, Of barefoot travails n painful cries,
A Mirage Of Images
At her feet lay the shiny pieces Shards of glass, a heirloom of the past.
The deep blue beckoning..... The crystal water, sky reflecting,
While u think of mankind, issues larger than life,
I continue to live in bondage!
The luxury to stand on my own feet,
To run, to embrace my longings..........
To feel the azure blue sky,