Priyanka Bhowmick

Rookie - 41 Points (24-01-1984 / Assam, India)

Priyanka Bhowmick Poems

1. To The Breeze.... 5/14/2009
2. Pain That Kills Me 5/21/2009
3. To My Almighty 5/24/2009
4. Place To Hold My Head High... 5/24/2009
5. Shadow 3/20/2010
6. Dark Verse 5/8/2010
7. Sam And Jane 8/7/2010
8. To A Bug 8/7/2010
9. 63 Years Of Independence 8/15/2010
10. Crippled Without You 8/25/2010
11. Krishna's Flute 9/3/2010
12. Words Of An Empty Sheet 9/9/2010
13. From An Old Chair 9/9/2010
14. Ode To A Book 9/9/2010
15. Cop In Flames 9/9/2010
16. Under The Rain 9/9/2010
17. Illusions Of You 9/9/2010
18. She 9/9/2010
19. I Have Seen... 6/8/2013
20. Cacophonous Eves 1/28/2015
21. Forgotten 1/29/2015
22. The Two Sides Of A Coin 8/19/2016
23. The Gust Of The Autumn Wind 8/25/2010
24. Hate Me O Angels! 8/25/2010
25. Still You Do Not Come 9/9/2010
26. Expecting Love 3/16/2011
27. Ode To Luminosity 8/25/2010
28. Ray Of Hope 9/15/2009
29. The Old Man Sitting 5/19/2009
30. Time Before I Leave For The Sky... 5/27/2009
31. I Am Not A Poet 5/23/2009
32. Let It Go On, Let It Move On... 9/1/2009
33. The Lighthouse 6/20/2009
34. I Remember... 11/9/2009
35. Expressions Of The Sky 5/22/2009
36. Broken Path 8/23/2009
37. Here I Am 8/11/2009
38. A Dream Terrified 5/22/2009
39. ... In The Silent Wind 8/25/2010
40. Fading Beauty 7/19/2009
Best Poem of Priyanka Bhowmick

A Tree

A tree, so sole,
yet so familiar with all,
gives shade under its branches,
an intimate friend,
a shelter for all.

Butified by its leaves,
so green and serene,
everyone loves it,
the matured tree.

A time of season,
the tree not more alive,
it's dead and decayed,
its leaves already dried.
No one looks at it,
for it not give shelter anymore,
'It's a cursed tree! ! ', say all,
it's being hated, therefore.

Spring is here! !
now new leaves going to bloom again,
the tree shall smile again,
its friends will ...

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To The Breeze....

In the silence of the nights,
when people are engaged with their sleep,
I can hear your footsteps....
Your footsteps... oh dear breeze! !
When you touch my face so gently,
My soul rises up and says,
'Come gentle breeze come...
Come and walk with me...
Take me to the higher mountains,

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