Santanu Banerjee

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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Upon the peaks, where heaven meets the sky,
The morning sun on Kanchanjanga's crest
Casts golden rays that dazzle every eye,
A crown of light upon the mountain's breast.
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In Pranimandal, where the wetland gleams,
The Arial Bil reflects the golden skies.
Its tranquil waves, like softly whispered dreams,
Sing songs of peace where time in stillness lies.
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Upon the bank where holy water gleams,
A timeless river speaks in whispered streams,
Its silken flow through golden dusk and dawn,
A cradle where the soul is gently drawn.
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In twilight's glow, her beauty shines so bright,
Her skin, like dusk's soft veil, deep as the night.
With youth's embrace, she dances through the trees,
Her laughter rings like whispers in the breeze.
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Beneath the Banyan boughs, the Baul sings clear,
A song of soul and sky, of earth and air.
His heart, a vessel for the mystic prayer,
With every breath, he brings the heavens near.
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🍁A Sonnet from a Broken Heart🍁
Santanu Banerjee
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🍁 A Father's Lament 🍁
Santanu Banerjee

In the quiet of this hollow home I wait,
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Beneath the golden glow of setting sun,
The swaying stalks of paddy softly hum.
In endless waves, they whisper, 'Day is done, '
As nightbirds call, and dusk begins to drum.
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Man cannot shape what once has slipped away,
Nor mold the future's form to his desire;
The fleeting present is his only stay,
Where time and chance can spark or douse his fire.
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Upon the hills where morning light unveils,
The verdant fields in golden sunlight glow.
In gentle winds, the whispered echo shows,
A call to hearts where vibrant passions grow.
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Eternal Echoes
Santanu Banerjee

In the temple of twilight's tender breath,
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