Biography of Shree Parno
SHREEPARNO: Shreeparno -a modern Poet, lives in Kolkata, West Bengal, India. His home district is Bankura, West Bengal.
He can writing in English and Bengali language.
Many of his poems published in various Bengali and English magazines and website.
He had written two Bengali poetry book, named Nisshabder Gharbari(2010) and Nivanta Alor Him(2011) .Both the books had published from Kolkata. He is an Assistant Professor in Bengali and also a researcher of Bengali Language and Literature.
Shree Parno's Works:
1.Nisshobder Ghorbarhi by Shreeparno, Published from Parampara Prakashan, Kolkata (2010)
2.Nivanta Alor Him by Shreeparno, Published from Parampara Prakashan, from Kolkata (2011)
Shree Parno Poems
Is This Love
Still I am walking on the road And you are walking in my mind Is this love? Who guess this?
To My Friend
I would like to touch your heart So here is my immortal hands and soul With a smell of simple life and ancient tool And with a big handbook of water, soil, trees and birds
A Question No one rang, my doorbell is sleeping for past three days, Are there some things of horrible ugly? No one call me, My cell phone is resting for what, I don't know
A CHANCE Shreeparno Give me a chance to be your close,
To An Artist
TO AN ARTIST Shreeparno Why I was laughing in the last night?
Keep up some thoughts for yourself And walk toward the heaven, Truly The Indian Yoga and Pranayama will guide you The sage told that great view in a village,
আমার মায়ের মুখের হাসি আমার মায়ের ভাষায় ভাসি মরমে সাজায় কাজের রাশি।
হননের দিন নয় আর
হননের দিন নয় আর আনো মহা শান্তি হে মানুষ, মহাত্রাণ আনো এই মহাবিশ্বে । দেখো, মহল্লা মফস্বলে সারা দেশ না না গোটা বিশ্ব জুড়ে
Once morning he asserted we are going towards future I agreed. Once evening I understood another truth - ‘Actually we are walking towards time'
Words are reaching from emotions day after day As like as water of all fountains, The sky is teaching - And the ocean is teaching -
They sat on various colorful chairs I entered slowly In the center of the golden room, Suddenly they laughed
‘Are you a vendor? ' No, I am a man of new leafs, I have so many dreams of life. The wind said -
When you neglected me there, my mind broke into winds and tears And an ocean roared here and there, I heard intense voices of its - Which exposed an inferior smell of thy sea-shore and lost its identity Then all imagine got meaningless worth without you my sweet pretty.
I was wake up in the morning Similarly as other usual days But one thing is embarrassing My body is still with anxiety feels.
To An Artist
TO AN ARTIST
Why I was laughing in the last night?
Dream`s come not truly but my search of light
Is still far and unstable,
Where thy tallest holy tree?
The golden moon and dieing world sinking
I am walking and laughing;