Kinshuk Banik

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All storms reach their ends,
And fates have became my friends;
But the last storm it is.
Knocking off the trees
...

I misunderstood Thy words, life.
To Thy advice stayed I deaf,
Until, of mercy, fell the last leaf,
I started Thy eternal strife.
...

In the poetic land I dwell,
Not like the man Peter Bell,
''A primrose by the river's brim,
Was just a yellow primrose to him,
...

May I be grateful, but thou art free.
In the darkest night,
Let me seek my light.
For ever and ever, may thou have glee.
...

Rain, rain, the welcome rain,
That comes down from heaven.
That nourishes and nurtures life
In the dry and fiery strife,
...

O little bird, who made thee?
Who made such mirth and glee?
Who made such a delight to see?
O little bird, who made thee?
...

Kinshuk Banik Biography

Kinshuk Banik 6th of August,2005: Kinshuk Banik is a school-boy of 14 years and he had started writing poetry at 11 years of age. He is an upcoming and growing poet from India and has great love and passion for poetry.)

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The Last Storm

All storms reach their ends,
And fates have became my friends;
But the last storm it is.
Knocking off the trees
It does come along
Chanting its old, fateful song.
In this last day
The last storm does play
With innumerable lives―none can hide!
All drown in the gusty and windy tide.
The playful end is near;
Here and there is dread to hear.
Fate with harmony sings
And death lays its icy hand on Kings.
Bloodless the lie like untrodden snow,
The North Wind does blow
Above the fallen stars,
Who have been martyred in the life wars.
All gets devastated like dry spouts before stream,
A developed land ago became a ruined realm.
Only is left the lone beast,
Roaming all around and enjoying its feast.
The fateful last storm does roam along
Chanting its old, fateful song.

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