Piyush Dey

Veteran Poet - 1,289 Points (India)

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I love reading, writing and feeling poetry. And as i am born in India-The country of hearts, evanescent loves and friendship, virtues and beliefs, I believe in simplicity and love. I am a great lover of sports and novels.I believe that there is poetry in everything, indeed every little thing! i am an Indian. India is a very beautiful country given it's rich culture and literature. A land of ... more »

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  • ''Too pretty are you, my little hurdles, that it seems sometimes as though I am only walking with my little steps upon the fire of your beauty.''
    Hurdles
  • ''You can't dream with closed eyes,
    You can't dream with open eyes either,
    Until your heart says, 'I love to dream'.''
    Dreams
  • ''We can't deny what we see, niether can we move away from it.
    But we can change what we see and so shall we move forth.''
    Reality
  • The trouble with Indians was not that they lacked educational oppurtunities or industrial infrastructure-the trouble was in their failure to discriminate between disciplines and to rationalise their c...
    The trouble with Indians
  • ''We don't remember people for their immense support and unselfish love but the only time when they don't help us.''
    Truth of life
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  • The Hobbler (8/12/2014 11:59:00 PM)

    Your biographty is a beautiful poem
    .
    and I have never thought of India in that way before..

  • The Hobbler (8/12/2014 11:58:00 PM)

    Your biography is a beautiful poem.

    ........and I have never thought of India in that way before.

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Best Poem of Piyush Dey

The Shadow In My Garden

Among
the daisies of my morning garden,
and the golden leaves of grass that
dance untouched when the wind fills
into their arms, just down the
eucalyptus trees,

Among
the butterflies over the rosy nectar,
and the dew over the tips of the
old leaves, and somewhere in the
greenness of the little garden,
falls your absence,
which grows more denser with each
blooming petal of petunia over the
smallest plant that stands as bold
and bright beside that old bench
where for hours, some crows used
to sit and babble,

Under
the brown...

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