Kishore Kumar Das Poems

As I walk on the road of life
present is a velvet carpet for me
there may be dust
I have to clean it
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Somebody likes you
for a specific cause
may be your splendid behaviour
or bewitching smile
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The bus conductor
blows the whistle
to regulate the stoppage
the traffic police:
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Pencil is not only for drawing....
Pencil, the tool of concept
I jot down my thoughts with pencil
in a scribbling pad
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Winter in the offing
past midnight
myself at a railway station
waiting for the bus
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I look at the dawn:
the greenery around my house
mango tree bursting with flowers
banana leaves dancing in air
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No beverage so popular
no word so understood
no drink so preferred
than tea...
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Life is
a fathomless ocean to delve
infinite theories are born
infinite possibilities do exist
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Can one isolate
from the networking sites today?
With exchange of ideas and viewpoints
friendship develops
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Human beings are peculiar
sometimes one behaves differently
without any reason
one becomes sad
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