Seema Chowdhury

Seema Chowdhury Poems

161. Do You Ever Think 2/2/2008
162. In The Passage Of Time 2/2/2008
163. Tears Of Protest 2/2/2008
164. Good Times Are On The Way 2/2/2008
165. My Little World 1/30/2008
166. A Story Without An End 2/4/2008
167. Bumpy Road Of Life 2/4/2008
168. Moments Of Sorrow 2/4/2008
169. So Many Dreams 2/4/2008
170. His Wisdom 2/4/2008
171. The Gifts Of Life 2/5/2008
172. Fair Words 2/5/2008
173. Fragile Emotions 2/5/2008
174. Test Of Faith 2/5/2008
175. Worries Of Tomorrow 2/5/2008
176. An Umbrella Of A Smile 2/5/2008
177. Old Disappointments 2/5/2008
178. Year After Year 2/5/2008
179. Find Things To Do 2/5/2008
180. Life's Rough Spots 2/5/2008
181. In A Lovely Way 2/5/2008
182. Make A Chain 2/5/2008
183. Whatever May Come 2/5/2008
184. Earn The Right 2/5/2008
185. The Highway Of Life 2/5/2008
186. Few Tears 2/5/2008
187. Seize An Opportunity 2/10/2008
188. The Name Of The Game 2/10/2008
189. Aim For The Stars 2/10/2008
190. In A Bundle Of Pain 2/10/2008
191. Winter Is On Its Way 2/11/2008
192. Life Of A Perfect Bliss 2/11/2008
193. Deep Significance 2/13/2008
194. Leave Behind 2/13/2008
195. A Sincere Desire 2/13/2008
196. Move Hand In Hand 2/13/2008
197. A Tiny Word 2/13/2008
198. Everyday Can Be Beautiful 2/16/2008
199. Special Care 2/16/2008
200. On This Frenzy Land 2/16/2008
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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