Sudipta Biswas

On the riverbank, there are half burnt
Firewood, an old pillow, a tattered quilt
And a broken terracotta pot
All spread out all over the place.
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This is not only good
This is not only beautiful
This is splendid!
Paving the journey of time, this marching forward…
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Whenever I see a lonely bird is flying
I frighten,
once again I have to fall in love!
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The Last Call (A Dirge)

The last day my address will be changed
I will reach into an unknown star
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For long no one came near to me!
For long, I also not approached to anyone.
In fact no one come near to any one now-a-days.
We all have forgotten how to come closer.
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My love comes after touching all flowers, birds and stars
Where can I get that sanctity to keep the sacred pearl?
So I want it should be evaporated like camphor.
Like a mad I looked for a suitable pot but failed
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I walk in the field behind my house,
Walk, and become the field!
Trees grow inside me
Leaves become part of my body,
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Oh river! come
Oh ripples! come
Oh cloud! come
Oh blue sky! Oh earth quake!
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If someone does something
If any shadow of a danger may come
with the utmost affection and love
You protect your child
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If l can get back my love💖

If l can get back my love
I will dance like a dove.
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This is not only good.
This is not only beautiful.
This is splendid!
Paving the track of time, with this marching forward…
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Silently, very silently my heart cried
Stream of blood has been flown inside me.
But all are in vain.
Many a moonlit night, bright brisk day
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Now, in this beautiful world
We'll live an oyster-life.

I'll hover throughout the night
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If possible, come back in my life
At dead night
With the ticking of clock
With the hooting of owl
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Still, at a busy rail station
In the moving crowd
I get, I discover
The face of my departed lover.
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Long before you have left me
Still I believe soon you will come back
That rosy life will come back.
Many a water has been flown along the river
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My entire poetry went away…
Even after a whole hearted try
I can't write a poem of love.
But, one day I was a lover!
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