RAJAT GHOSH Poems
- Thorns Of Life When the day breaks with the broken morning ...
- কে ছিল তার স্রষ্টা
- A Song For My Lost One I have lost you on this day when I was...
- What Is Life?
- Sickness A hope was it, You would come Before my brooding ...
- বসন্ত প্রেম ভোমরা লিখেছে নাম কুঞ্জবনে, অলি গলি ভরেছে নব সুর...
- We Are Going With the words of Oodgeroo I would say, 'We are...
This is RAJAT GHOSH.He was born in a village named BALINDAR.It is in Burdwan, West Bengal, India.He has completed his Graduation in English(Honours) in 2015 from Burdwan Raj College affliated to The University of Burdwan.
" I started writing poetry in my mother tongue Bengali when I just started my English honours.One day, one of my respected teachers, SK NURUL HUDA asked me to write English poems.Through his inspiration and guidance I, for the first time, wrote my first English poem, " BLACK INK; ABOVE DEATH" .
I do believe that I am not a poet.I am one who has just started to express his feelings in words.For me, poetry is nothing but a painting of ... more »
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''Be positive, think positive, look positive, do positive.Success must come to you.''Key to Success
''Don't think that somebody hates you, but do something that makes everybody to love you.''key to success
''Let not advertise your talents, but convert your talents into a media for others to advertise their talents.''Key to Success
''Respect your seniors and love your juniors, you will get success in life.''Key to Success.
If the world would become a single house, if the different countries would become the different rooms and if the different people would become different furniture, I would coloured them all with white...Peace.
Thorns Of Life
When the day breaks
with the broken morning memories,
The secondary morning mind
Laughs with dropping eyedrops.
Days pass by and
Heartbeats beat the hammered chest.
Red shaped heart turns pale
With the ecstasy of running time.
Night comes in the west and
The owls scream somewhere in dark.
An empty cage hears their sorry songs
And none to unlock the closed door.
Nights pass by and
Heartbeats rest upon the thorns of life.