Biography of Sanjib Das
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Sanjib Das's Works:
My Lost Love, My Childhood days
Sanjib Das Poems
The train stopped suddenly in a halt, Later I came to know it's a mechanical fault, I got down from the train with curiosity, My mind was full of gaity;
You Come In My Dream
You come in my dream as a lover, I want to be your true lover The stars are blooming in the skies, Still you are in my eyes
A Call At Midnight
I heard a call at midnight, Being frightened, I pressed my pillow tight. Again the voice called me by name, I considered the ghost or the same.
A Lament For Love
O Love! O Life! O Time! On whose last steps I climb, Shaking at what where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime?
My Gracious Lady
One day I came across a lady in on-line, Later, she has blocked my heart-line. For solve my problem, she has wholeheartedly attempted, For her kindness, I am tempted.
A Tributre To Michael Jackson
Michael! Michael! Michael, Now You are an angel. You gone for ever, Leaving billion and billion admirer.
Do You Love Me?
Once I asked: ' Do you love me? ' You repeated the same to me. There is no answer, Your silence proves I'm your lover.
The Poet In Thought
No! No! Oh! No - It's not my subject, I invoke muse in Mount Abora I create something in my own Exclusively own.
A Lady In Online
Everyday I open my computer, Only to see her. When, through message, I find her, Seems to me, she's still near.
My Inspiring Lady
You are in my dream, you become my poetic theme. What happens today, I am waiting for you all the day.
Never Search To Tell Thy Love
Never search to tell thy love, Love that never expressed can be; For the time does move Gradually, invisibly.
I Converse Myself
I walk the path In my mind some questions arise, None can realize Still the silent conversation going.
A Tribute To Jyoti Basu
Jyoti Babu! Jyoti Babu! Jyoti Babu, Through your political activities, you show your view. You are my ideal leader, I am your blind supporter.
A Final Emancipation
Your tortured and battered soul goes to Heaven for peace, You get the Heavenly bliss. You sit beside Jesus, You are full of gracious.
A Call At Midnight
I heard a call at midnight,
Being frightened, I pressed my pillow tight.
Again the voice called me by name,
I considered the ghost or the same.
The voice came near and near,
In my mind, I felt fear.
Suddenly, someone knocked at the door,
I became frightened more.