Gold Star - 12,175 Points [Sonu] (April 06,1997 / Paschim Medinipur, West Bengal, India)

TAPAN Saren Poems

1. Epitaph For The Dead Fighter 7/16/2017
2. At Dawn 10/18/2017
3. Song Of Songs 2: 10-13 5/13/2016
4. Realization 1/3/2017
5. Composed At A Village 2/18/2017
6. The Teacher 7/30/2017
7. I Dreamt Of Trees 1/21/2017
8. Good Morning 7/23/2016
9. Eyes 11/1/2016
10. For Children Ii: A Fine Autumn Morning 7/15/2016
11. To The Parents Who Sought Abortion Because The Mother Bore Girl Child 4/28/2017
12. On Solving Nature's Mystery 4/3/2017
13. For Children Iii: O April Shower 2/28/2016
14. A Late Night Walk 8/20/2016
15. One Sunday Morning 5/5/2017
16. On The Death Of A Young Lady -new- 11/10/2017
17. After The Shower 4/30/2017
18. A Midnight-Rain In Summer 3/19/2016
19. Good Night 4/5/2016
20. To Her Ii 2/22/2017
21. In The Street 12/20/2016
22. Dawn 3/28/2017
23. To Her 9/30/2016
24. For Children: Summer In My Garden 4/2/2016

Comments about TAPAN Saren

  • Wild Flower (4/15/2017 3:53:00 AM)

    Tapan, I read some of your poems, like- - ''Dawn'', ''An Offering To God'', ''To Her'' ''To Her ii'' ''On Solving Nature's Mystery'' and I must tell you something that you are very good at poetry.. And you are a good Christian, too, since I've seen the very Christian ending in some of your poems. Besides, you are a good student. Don't waste time, work hard and achieve your dream.

    May God bless abundantly you dear.

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Best Poem of TAPAN Saren

For Children: Summer In My Garden

Spring has left a mellow yellow flower
In my grassy garden o'er there:
With open eyes I did see
The little flower's incomparable beauty.

It stretched its fragile neck out in the air
And started dancing with the morning zephyr...

The april-sun rose from his bed,
Wearing fiery coat he ascended the blue sky's head:
With open eyes I did see
The little flower's fleeting beauty.

It drooped and said to me, 'Once again,
Naughty summer has come to visit your grassy garden'

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A Late Night Walk

The stars gleam faintly tonight,
And the night is slow,
The hiemal wind is dumb
And the channel runs on like a young roe.

Sound is free, and in the air
Hovers a cryptic silence, so deep,
As the clamorous buses and trucks
Are parked off—asleep.

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