Seema Chowdhury


Seema Chowdhury Poems

1281. Just In A Small Way 12/14/2008
1282. Life's Circle 12/14/2008
1283. Live A Good Life 12/14/2008
1284. Learn The Rules 12/14/2008
1285. Miracles Happen Everyday 12/14/2008
1286. Mist Of Time 12/14/2008
1287. Moment Of Delight 12/14/2008
1288. Moment Of Worries 12/14/2008
1289. Medicine Of Hope 12/14/2008
1290. Magic Of The Moment 12/14/2008
1291. Oblivion Memories 12/14/2008
1292. Power Of A Kind Word 12/14/2008
1293. Source Of Satisfaction 12/14/2008
1294. Stormy Conditions 12/14/2008
1295. Smile A Lot 12/14/2008
1296. The Tremendous Asset 12/14/2008
1297. Theme Of Good Fortune 12/14/2008
1298. Trust In God 12/14/2008
1299. The Best Answer 12/14/2008
1300. Understand Happiness 12/15/2008
1301. Vague Promise 12/15/2008
1302. Victims Of The World 12/15/2008
1303. What Is This 12/15/2008
1304. With Greatest Affection 12/15/2008
1305. Whirlwind Of Pang 12/15/2008
1306. World Of Reality And Bitterness 12/15/2008
1307. What Winners Do 12/15/2008
1308. When You Are Lost 12/15/2008
1309. With A Thought Of You 12/15/2008
1310. Why Look Else Where? 12/15/2008
1311. Your Way To Happiness 12/15/2008
1312. Angry Tears 12/16/2008
1313. Along The Way Of Life 12/16/2008
1314. Again Silence 12/16/2008
1315. A Great Desire 12/16/2008
1316. An Affectionate Shade 12/16/2008
1317. A Source Of Wonder 12/16/2008
1318. Quiet Silence 12/14/2008
1319. Relish Small Pleasures 12/14/2008
1320. Runway Of Life 12/14/2008
Best Poem of Seema Chowdhury

Girls Are Like Roses....

God made this beautiful gift
Known as Girls my dear
Who should be dealt with
Lots of affection and care

For they are like roses
That bloom in our lives
To spread love's fragrance
On this earth where we survive

And with their delicate petals
They spread and attract
All happiness in this world
And that is a lovely fact

And they are like butterflies
With whom we love to play
And decorate our homes with
These fancy gifts I say

And I'm really grateful to God
For giving me His special gift
To color my life's lively leaves
And ...

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My Broken Hut

Like broken dream and broken heart
I don't know when and where to start
Telling the nostalgic stories of my past
Where alleys of pain and troubles are vast

I dwell in my hut in the muteness zone
Where my companions are sigh and mourn
That doesn't let me walk in peace and fain
Or let me enjoy any worldly gain

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