Suman Kumar Das
Biography of Suman Kumar Das
This is Mr. Suman Kumar Das from Odisha, presently residing in Kolkata, India. From the very childhood, a deep passion towards the world of poetry, has made me put a few words of my imagination & experience in white paper. Sometimes my pen paints the contemporary picture of the society & other times love and romance. My endeavuor is always to create something new which will touch the heart of the respected reader.
I am grateful to all our great poets & the team of www.poemhunter.com for providing such wonderful e-platform where I can share my unspoken feelings with the universe.
I also take this opportunity to announce that a new group (Poet & Poetry) has been found on facebook.com in view of motivating the new bloods of globalization to show their creativity in the world of poetry.
I am very glad to invite all poets and poetry lovers to join & share their poetry in any language through the below link.
Hope to receive the reader’s cordial viewpoints; Comments as well as Compliments.
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Suman Kumar Das Poems
Make Me Human!
O’ my Dear! I am no more human. I besought handful water
Choose Your Choir!
Few people keep holding Their endeavour throughout life With a vision to do different In favour of others.
Morning assembly and prayer Then begin classes In half concrete rough rooms. On six seated benches
Sprouting Seed (Ankurayan)
A selfless seed Sprightly Sprouted up Splitting winter soil, To kiss the shiny sun
In full moon sky Under black veil Round silver face When winks at her beau, Ocean.
As I Wish!
Papa says, ‘My son will be doctor’. But Mom is in favour of engineer. Uncle expects me to be sport star. Again Aunt’s desire is singer.
Alack a day! Shaggy skull, filthy feet, Rocky ribs, bare body. As if growing grass is covered
Wish I to paint your rosy lips, Raven tress, also silvery face. But all the tints fail to match such glimpse. Nor my fingers can shape the grace.
Song Of Seasons
When my face turns pale Blood comes out as sweat from cell, She extends a heavenly hand To ‘Autumn Azure’ over sea sand,
Race Of Rain
Many a drops of rain Add to form a fountain, Flowing ahead to prove That none can stop its move.
A Message To Flowers
Hello! Blossoming flowers of coming morn! Shine yourselves with rising Sun.
Poet And Poetry
Pen and paper Between these two Both of them………
A Message From Of Heaven
One day! Kismet will kiss you, Hope will hug you. Hunger, thirst, pain
Between Past & Future
A series of evolution I have been through Since my inception. Moreover, red revolution
Wish I to paint your rosy lips,
Raven tress, also silvery face.
But all the tints fail to match such glimpse.
Nor my fingers can shape the grace.
Wish I to compose your giggle,
With the sound of bangle and anklet.
But no flute is played to mingle,
So soft, yet sweet note.