RAJAT GHOSH Poems
- What Is Life?
- The Story Of A Man How beautiful it is to draw my childhood ...
- My Poetry Borns When I cannot express my heart to your ear, ...
- A Real Day Dream Oh how beautiful you are my dear ...
- A Non-Rhymed Story Of Love Had I witnessed a black burning ...
- Beloved: A Rose? Oh my beloved, behold the beneath solid ...
- Black Ink, Above Death Thunderstruck it was when I heard ...
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.
Black Ink, Above Death
Thunderstruck it was when I heard
The news of my friend's mother's death.
'That she is no more', said a ground guard
That guards their door with full fathom faith.
There was flood of eyedrops made air grief;
Oh no! there was no water but a heart's pang
When I knew how she died in brief
And made me argument against death, not sang.
Oh Death! you are indeed very cruel
Throwing all livings to thy dusty soil.
Yes, you are stronger taking us as gruel
None can escape from thy deathish coil.
But oh Death! I myself tremble to summoned hear
My black ink never ...