Joy Goswami

(10 November 1954 - / Kolkata / India)

Joy Goswami Poems

1. The Burning Bird Drops 3/19/2012
2. Anniversary 3/19/2012
3. This One Noon 3/19/2012
4. In The Evening Sadness Comes... 3/19/2012
5. Things Recalled At Night 3/19/2012
6. Narrator 3/19/2012
7. Hieroglyph 3/19/2012
8. Rain-Drenched Winds In My Sleep 3/19/2012
9. An Evening Of Rain 3/19/2012
10. Poem From Another Land 3/19/2012
11. Don’t Wait For Your Lover Any Longer 3/19/2012
12. If You Must Ask Me 3/19/2012
13. A Bathroom Fairytale 3/19/2012
14. One Man 3/19/2012

Comments about Joy Goswami

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (10/26/2012 1:24:00 AM)

    Dear poet,
    From Bangladesh we nourish a good idea about your poems. Your name is very familiar here. But sorrowfully I have to say, here the translation of your poems presented in Poemhunter is really very weak. We do not consider you so weak as a poet.

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  • Koena Mokoena Koena Mokoena (4/21/2012 4:05:00 AM)

    I believe each & everyone has hie or her own talent, hence i am a poet. A Bathroom Fairytale according to my own point of view it takes us back where we belong. The fact is i am talking from experience as i have been in a bath before. Your correspondence will be high; ly appreciated.

    Have a nice day!

  • Koena Mokoena Koena Mokoena (4/21/2012 4:04:00 AM)

    I believe each & everyone has hie or her own talent, hence i am a poet. A Bathroom Fairytale according to my own point of view it takes us back where we belong. The fact is i am talking from experience as i have been in a bath before. Your correspondence will be highly appreciated.

    Have a nice day!

  • Koena Mokoena Koena Mokoena (4/21/2012 4:04:00 AM)

    I believe each & everyone has hie or her own talent, hence i am a poet. A Bathroom Fairytale according to my own point of view it takes us back where we belong. The fact is i am talking from experience as i have been in a bath before. Your correspondence will be highly appreciated.

    Have a nice day!

Best Poem of Joy Goswami

One Man

Suspicion comes and sits on his shoulder one morning,
Slowly with long, thin beak, it cleans his ear,
When his eye closed with pleasure--- suspicion--- with a tweet entered
into the hollow of his ear,
and he did not notice.

Since then always the sound of the bird beating its wings in his skull,
When he tried to hear someone instead he heard that sound,
When he looked in someone's eye he always saw the eye of the bird,
Waking up every morning he cut off one friendship,
In the night when he lay beside his sleeping wife, checking his own body
He wants to examine ...

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