I, being born as a normal, have become paranormal to the world, having lost my walking. Born on December 7,1983, I've been going through the hardles of life. My passion, pangs, love, seeking cradle and failure, every moment breaks me into pieces and moulds me anew. I see humans' death, not homo sapiens. Yet I always try to overcome the wounds of my heart. I was a teacher in a high school from 2007 to 2019. Now, I am an Assistant Professor in English in a College. I love to write poetry, flash fiction and short stories. The main concerns of my writing is the predicament of my heart and mind due to social as well as domestic injustice and conscious callousness. Besides this, love, frustration, helplessness are also the concerns for my penning. I always say to my self, ' Touching the soil, I've been carrying the infinite burden of heart on my injured lips and I will carry on thus.'
Are you here at this table?
It should not be at all dear as you're of no limb.See a little in straight line---
It's a table stitching plan after plan to tackle tiger, not making map to trap....
Dear, Don't mind,
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Fraud
A poem by S. Sundar Mondal
In light I always show fire-meditation at my corridor.
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Flower
By S. Sundar Mondal
The name of the eternal light is flower.
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