Biography of BIBHAKAR DUTTA
Studying English literature. Graphic designer,2D,3D animation expert, social worker and a politician as well.
I am a man of simple lifestyle.I always try to remove poverty and class system from my society because all are equal (poor or rich) . We need equal distribution of wealth in society as we all need fresh air for health, and a good systemic lead for wealth. i am spiritual and always curious to know more about divinity......... Bibhakar Dutta.
BIBHAKAR DUTTA Poems
The Book Of Love (In Russian)
Название, которое будет написано в книге любви, не должно быть faint- должно быть полный очарования, смысл и произнес довольно.
Love Me Please...
love me please, I am lost, I am hurt; I need a true love.
Your Love Is Enough...
Your love is perfect, full of incitement and insets a perpetual affection. Though it stayed for a while, but it's enough to feel your sincerity.
The Book Of Love
The name, that will be written in the book of love, shouldn't be faint- should be full of charm, meaningful and uttered fairly.
No, I can’t see you. I can feel the absence, And the absence is dark. Now, you aren't addressed.
The Day Of Delight
Today is conjunction of two seasons, winter likely wants to enter in the state of autumn. I am walking in the street
This loneliness is a gift for me, the stillness enhances my emotion, my heart is staved; yet your affection compensates my all folly.
Who says, life is not the best? life is great, even much sweeter than to be a great!
Wounds fulfill to expect me (again) that memory of love dethroned by misfortune. Though I do not lament every time, but sometimes it's too hard
I Don'T Want To Expect
What would I expect in exchange of percept? fame? a name? or weeny esteems...? ?
Shed Of Divinity
Wise, greatness have their way(s) , As I am here, I must pay world's gratefulness. Oh god!
The Way Of My Life
The way of my earlier life Left behind my past, Was enough To confer my love.
To stick into your eyes means to get my love back- Well, I glance it, But I lost that at once.
Let the wind come in the room to clean up trashes. Full of delusion, out of freshness, Lack of frenzy Dismiss the room.
I am happy
because I like to stain my each vain
I need pains.
mean more achievements....
But I have to stand straight.
God is watching me.
He will give me a gift
if I pass through this tragic street (of life) .
So, I have to stand straight.