Sonnet No1
By Indranath
When India wakes beneath the touch of Spring,
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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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Santanu Banerjee
In Bengal's Bosom, where Holy rivers flow,
Whispers of the wind in the orchards grow,
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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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Gratitude to My Parents
Like steadfast roots beneath a towering tree,
You anchored me through every stormy gale.
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The Himalayas rise with timeless grace,
A fortress vast, where heaven meets the earth.
Their peaks, like sentinels, the skies embrace,
In whispered winds, they hum of nature's birth.
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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.)
Spring In India
Sonnet No1
By Indranath
When India wakes beneath the touch of Spring,
The mustard fields bloom bright in yellow hues,
The koel's song, upon the breeze, takes wing,
While frangipani whispers soft with dews.
The northern plains, in golden splendor draped,
Sway gently as the southern petals rise,
And cool dawns into sunlit warmth is shaped,
As neem trees dance beneath the brightening skies.
But Spring, beyond its colours and its scent,
Reminds of life that blooms and grows, then fades.
A cycle spun in perfect, calm ascent
As winter's shadow melts, and new life flows.
So in this season's heart, we too are born.
Shedding old sorrows, waiting for the morn.
Wish you all the Best.