Suman Kumar Das Poems

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.
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O’ my Dear!
I am no more human.

I besought handful water
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Morning assembly and prayer
Then begin classes
In half concrete rough rooms.
On six seated benches
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A selfless seed
Sprightly Sprouted up
Splitting winter soil,
To kiss the shiny sun
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One day!
Kismet will kiss you,
Hope will hug you.
Hunger, thirst, pain
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In full moon sky
Under black veil
Round silver face
When winks at her beau, Ocean.
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When I open
The window of heart
In the palace of my life,
Blow jasmine aroma from her bun
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A series of evolution
I have been through
Since my inception.
Moreover, red revolution
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Pen and paper
Between these two
Both of them………
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Hello! Blossoming flowers
of coming morn!
Shine yourselves
with rising Sun.
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