I was born in Guwahati, Assam India. I did my schooling in Guwahati and did my B.Sc with Honours (Major, as it is known in many places) in Physics. I enrolled for my Master degree in Physics but landed in a coveted job before completing the course.
I retired as a senior Executive (As what is known as a Chief General Manager) from the State Bank of India, the largest Bank in India. I was... more »
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JIBAN GOSWAMI Poems
Autumn In Japan
Autumn in Japan is is god's gift to man Trees cinderallise the green countryside almost overnight Every tree wears resplendent kimonos woven in myriad hues Greens sulking in the background as if deprived of its dues
My boat is sinking ever so slowly
The boat I made is sinking ever so slowly Ever since the day I put it on the river. But I can't help it, I am stuck with it This is the only boat I have to complete my journey.
Corruption they say is Evil
CORRUPTION, THEY SAY, IS EVIL By By: Jiban Goswami Corruption they say is evil
The universe does not give a damn
I don't know who lived five hundred years ago where my house stands now Nor would anybody know of my existence after passage of time What moved me, what woman engrossed my thoughts, lent me some meaning in life in face of the universe's crushing apathy I too will wither, the universe won't even notice
The child rag pickers
Flotsams of society, their fragile bones wearing patinas of flesh and skin, they employ themselves: to pick rags discarded by the children of superior Gods. Technically un-bonded, laws do not brand them child labour.
I want to talk junk
Let me talk junk. I fee like it. I do hope nobody else is affected in any way.. skip it if it's too long or too inane.Do it your way Tentative at dawn, and emphatic by noon
My backpack is all that I have
My backpack is filled with used memories As I trudge down the lonely road time charted for me. Friends and lovers come and go Our roads go together for a tiny while
redolent of vinage wine
As I trudge along to be swallowed by time only the wounds failing to heal follow me as faithful dogs Relish of sweets I tasted in life come back but fleetingly since they don't pinch me in my tattered shoes.
How I Wish
In A Railway Shanty
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Autumn In Japan
Autumn in Japan is is god's gift to man
Trees cinderallise the green countryside almost overnight
Every tree wears resplendent kimonos woven in myriad hues
Greens sulking in the background as if deprived of its dues
Translucent Momijis in mauve and crimson, undisputed king of autumn
Jostle against Giinko's dazzling yellow, no match for momijis' splendour
Nanakamado ‘s pink and red look down from from slopes overhead
with unconcealed disdain for trees growing in foothills beyond
A carpet of Kusamomiji softens one's steps
Their hue of mustard turning to red within...