shuvo chakraborty

Me, a melting pot, under scorching realities
Reducing in awesome pace
Without any natures grace,
Carrying a crying soul to be pitied.
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Let me lost forever before I meeting you
As I am firm on my belief that you may wither
Much before I see you.
For several years my vain expectation
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She has arisen like a fool moon
In his heaven,
That puts him in ecstasy
Approved by the blinking stars strewn in array.
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In rain washed night,
When every thing is out of sight
Because of hazy rainy splash
seething the earth with drenched lash.
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No more we shall quarrel
Over to whom our sucesses belong,
Will rather dangle our gains opulent
Before the mirror of heaven gate
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White pebbles on lonely road
Looking snow with sunny glow,
Roots of tree, earth beneath
Gather strength to withstand blow.
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Stalking death, pale faced
Invaded the gods nest
Turning it the valley of deads
In loving company of blind sense.
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The quarter moon has arrived on seaside,
The carved bay being limited by sandline
Is quite pleased with saline touch
And is watched carelessly by drowsy moon.
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Sometimes I think; is it pertinent to be minute
About natures details to breath her full?
The overjoying soul to an overall vision
Deprecated as naive in Gods grand feast.
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Tell me not to rise again,
Yonder slumbering magic hands of futility
Have lulled me to rest in suave peaces grave
And are inviting drowsiness enough to blink.
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O winter comes in lots,
The gory summer has damaged enough
Of soft thoughts; fledging fancied dreams
count their splinters on shabby sod.
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When will winter bloom
Removing summer gloom,
Sounds my asking mind
Whence melting on suns fierce grinds.
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O death, thou art another name of living,
Visitor on sad hour, an uncourted tempest,
Leaving the mortals hearts shivering.
Ye eternal conspirator, elf of gloom.
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1 Grieving soul quivering,
Praising hopes blundering,
Expectation belieing,
True sense slumbering.
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In spite of our mounting sorrows
We let our faces to borrow
A comfortable look in lives ire;
We brave all rushing odds
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1King will come, king will go
Overjoying that our souls
Celebrating new hopes
Fades in times pressing folds.
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Passing memories avoid my dreaming temper,
A fugitive sqirrel vanishes among bushes
Or like Vesper fading on suns fury.
Memories sweet mostly of yesteryears,
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Marvelling high hills up my fainting spirit,
And lend a vast lashing greenery to my coffer,
That entice me to sneak the wonderland,
A wanderer in nature thereby.
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The road I had taken
Is the road of uncanny hour,
Darkness of gloom behold by lonely church spire
Walks with mine fragile feets in most mystic manner.
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A awakening moon she is in wakeful dream,
A fairy in all true sense gracing your lifes bend.
When you like confused caravan standing before vast
Desert of hearts domain,
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