CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

Rookie - 145 Points (14th January 1962 / Balarampur Village in the District of Purulia in West Bengal.)

CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR Poems

1. Excavation 11/1/2004
2. Remembrance 10/26/2004
3. Dialektos 11/3/2004
4. Biograph 10/11/2004
5. Our Papa 10/11/2004
6. Victim 10/7/2004
7. Man Bovine 10/18/2004
8. Island 10/26/2004
9. A Solitary Composition 10/30/2004
10. Ethereal 10/1/2004
11. Bohemian Songs 11/7/2004
12. Hunger 12/8/2004
13. Revolt 12/10/2004
14. Beatitude 11/9/2004
15. Mundane Moments 11/29/2004
16. Dibakar 1/3/2005
17. Narcissus 11/26/2004
18. Sunburst 11/20/2004
19. Noctuary 11/22/2004
20. Cry 11/4/2004
21. Startle 11/5/2004
22. Eclogue 12/4/2004
23. Songs 10/30/2004
24. Elegy 10/7/2004
25. Flute 10/7/2004
26. Enlightened One 12/17/2004
27. Paddy 12/21/2004
28. A Rising 10/18/2004
29. Nordic Sadness 10/9/2004
30. Kamin Didi 12/2/2004
31. Warm Wrapper 12/6/2004
32. Day After Day 12/7/2004
33. Triumph 12/8/2004
34. The Escape 5/10/2010
35. Fantastic 8/30/2010
36. Kinship 8/30/2010
37. Deepankar 8/30/2010
38. For Rooma Again.. 8/30/2010
39. The Midnight Minutes 12/21/2010
40. The Solitary Soldier 12/23/2010

Comments about CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

  • Goutam Hazra (12/4/2004 8:42:00 AM)

    Dear Sukumar
    Every words you have chosen are meaningful and end resulted to create, each one as a fine poetry...look forward to read more from you.

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  • Robert Rorabeck (11/21/2004 10:56:00 PM)

    hello- i just want to say what an amazing poet you are- truly fantastic- i say this knowing that you may not appreciate my own work because on the surface it may seem very crass- but i've enjoyed your poems so much i need to let you know and to say thank you

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Best Poem of CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

Rice Boiler

We sit around the simmering rice boiler
Mother's worn out face knows no smile
My little brother falls asleep
mark of dried-up tears down his eyes
On the small, portable hearth
noisily simmers a handful of rice.

With hungry stare ofa tiger
we gaze with unwinking eyes
The fragrance of boiling rice
keeps us wide awake

Waiting and sitting around the rice boiler
thus passes off my childhood

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Me Exiled

As you know
I'm handicapped. Home quarantined.
An exiled soul these days.
Learned to live alone.
Can only ring a bell from safe distance.
Or listen the group clapping with all.
Lit a candle in erupt dark.

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