Seema Chowdhury


Seema Chowdhury Poems

1721. An Unceasing Journey 11/9/2010
1722. Greatest Blessings 11/9/2010
1723. An Empty Thought 11/9/2010
1724. Life Long.... 11/9/2010
1725. Hard Shell Of Life 11/9/2010
1726. Life's Long Deal 11/9/2010
1727. Trouble's Hill 11/9/2010
1728. A Can Do Spirit 11/9/2010
1729. Tears Of Joy And Sorrow 11/3/2010
1730. The Garland Of Wishes 11/3/2010
1731. Treasure Your Pals 11/3/2010
1732. The Speaking Silence 11/3/2010
1733. Burden Of Stress 11/3/2010
1734. The Wind Of Joy 11/3/2010
1735. Say Yes To Life 11/3/2010
1736. Look At The View 11/3/2010
1737. A Smiley Day 11/3/2010
1738. A Positive Day 11/9/2010
1739. Words Of Cheer 11/9/2010
1740. Mope's Way 11/9/2010
1741. Inside You 11/9/2010
1742. The Blue Sky 11/9/2010
1743. Years Of Youth 11/9/2010
1744. Your Day Will Come 11/10/2010
1745. A Merry Time 11/10/2010
1746. Careful Thought 11/10/2010
1747. Lead The Way 11/10/2010
1748. Be Realistic 11/10/2010
1749. Restore Your Optimism 11/10/2010
1750. Yesterday's Findings 11/10/2010
1751. Unavailable Peace 11/10/2010
1752. What You Know 11/10/2010
1753. The Best Way 11/10/2010
1754. Without A Fear 11/10/2010
1755. Dotted With Tears 11/10/2010
1756. Sour Adversity 11/10/2010
1757. A Gorgeous Palace 11/10/2010
1758. Get Things Done 11/10/2010
1759. Clouds Of Doubt 11/10/2010
1760. Splendid Treasure 11/10/2010
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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