Santanu Banerjee

Santanu Banerjee Poems

The evening tide comes fast
Only to remind and warn,
I have have wasted
All of my precious time...
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Sonnet No.2
By Indranath

Upon the banks where rivers meet as one,
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Sonnet No1
By Indranath

When India wakes beneath the touch of Spring,
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In Radha's Eyes, the Moment Blooms

Sri Santidasa
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Whispers of the Moonlit Spring
Santanu Banerjee

Beneath the moon's soft silver gaze,
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Mahaprabhu's footsteps, pure and bright,
The path of love reveals its light.
Sri Chaitanya's call, both soft and strong,
Unites the soul in divine song.
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Seize the Day, O Soul

Sri Santidasa
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Santanu Banerjee

In Bengal's Bosom, where Holy rivers flow,
Whispers of the wind in the orchards grow,
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Ode to Bengal
Santanu Banerjee

O Bengal, land of timeless tales,
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Insects of Bengal
Santanu Banerjee

In the lush green fields where the sun shines bright,
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Birds of Bengal

In the sky so blue, where the sun shines bright,
Sing the sweet birds from morning till night.
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Flowers of Bengal, bright and fair,
Blooming buds dance in the gentle air.
Woodrose and jasmine, fill the garden space,
Lotus pink and lovely, on the river's face.
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Rivers of Bengal

Beneath the bending banyan tree,
Bubbling waters dance with glee,
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Beneath the mango trees, the village hums,
A river ripples softly 'gainst its shore,
A breeze between the bamboo lightly drums,
And whispers tales of seasons gone before.
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In Bengal's heart, a village sleeps serene,
Where dawn's soft fingers brush the fields with gold,
The river hums a tune, a whispered sheen,
Through verdant groves, where banyan roots grow bold.
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O Kalachand, saint of boundless grace,
Who walked the fields where suffering hearts did cry,
Your voice, a river flowing through this space,
Brought light to Bengal's darkened, clouded sky.
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O sage of Bengal, in whose noble name,
The weary found their light, their voice, their flame,
Kalachand, to you we lift this song,
For in your heart, the truth of ages strong.
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Twinkle Tumble Moon so Bright

Twinkle tumble moon so bright,
Bouncing stars in silver light,
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Wibble Wobble Jelly Pie

Wibble wobble jelly pie,
Flying turtles in the sky,
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Like roots that hold a tree firm in the ground,
You steadied me against life's stormy winds.
Your words, like gentle rivers, soft and sound,
Carved paths of wisdom deep where love begins.
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Santanu Banerjee Biography

LIFE AND WORKS OF SANTANU BANERJEE Besides a professional journalist Santanu Banerjee is a renowned Professor of Mass Communication & Videography. He was regular freelancer of Bengali television and radio news channels. Currently he is the in-charge of department of Mass Communication of Vidyasagar University. He is also acting as Guest Lecturer of M.Sc. Film Studies of West Bengel State University, Barasat. He is also contributing as Resource Person of Sammilani College, Kolkata; Vivekananda College, Behala; & Indira Gandhi Open University. Banerjee has directed two Documentaries: Panthra – Ekti Prostormoy Itikatha and Asamer Pathe Megheder Deshe. The Seconed one was screened at Festival section of 10th International social Communication Film Conference held at nandan. Banerjee regularly attends seminars and symposiums. He is one of the Member of Studies for Mass Communication & Videography, Vidyasagar University. For last two years he is working as secretary of Kalyani Foundation for Media Science & Community Research, A non government organization working in the field of Visual Culture and Social Upliftment. His poems, Prose and articles are published in different Magazines and journals in Bengali and in English.)

The Best Poem Of Santanu Banerjee

Wasted Life

The evening tide comes fast
Only to remind and warn,
I have have wasted
All of my precious time...
Have wasted my minutes, hours
and days and useless years...

I have wasted my emotions,
Spent much on wasted devotion
Wasted my Love, my fame
Did my best to get shame
I Lost all my hollow cheers
In vain all my honest tears.

I Wasted the romance finding
butterflies sporting on lilies
Wasted mirth of my youth
In falsely felt faded joy...
Wasted futile efforts
In mending a broken Toy

I Wasted my pious thoughts,
Reliance on truth, faith on thee
get out of my burnt brain!
Wasted Heart sobs in pain.
I wasted all desire, dreams.
My Life is wasted seems.

Santanu Banerjee Comments

Piyali Chakraborty 05 October 2013

Wish you all the Best.

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Sandipan Manna 05 October 2013

A prolific writer in Bengali and English

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Sandipan Manna 05 October 2013

I like your poems Sir.

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