Suman Kumar Das
Biography of Suman Kumar Das
This is Mr. Suman Kumar Das from Odisha, presently residing in Kolkata, India. From the very childhood, a deep passion towards the world of poetry, has made me put a few words of my imagination & experience in white paper. Sometimes my pen paints the contemporary picture of the society & other times love and romance. My endeavuor is always to create something new which will touch the heart of the respected reader.
I am grateful to all our great poets & the team of www.poemhunter.com for providing such wonderful e-platform where I can share my unspoken feelings with the universe.
I also take this opportunity to announce that a new group (Poet & Poetry) has been found on facebook.com in view of motivating the new bloods of globalization to show their creativity in the world of poetry.
I am very glad to invite all poets and poetry lovers to join & share their poetry in any language through the below link.
Hope to receive the reader’s cordial viewpoints; Comments as well as Compliments.
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Suman Kumar Das Poems
Make Me Human!
O’ my Dear! I am no more human. I besought handful water
Choose Your Choir!
Few people keep holding Their endeavour throughout life With a vision to do different In favour of others.
To listen Are needed two ears Need also mind. But the ones without ears!
Alack a day! Shaggy skull, filthy feet, Rocky ribs, bare body. As if growing grass is covered
Sprouting Seed (Ankurayan)
A selfless seed Sprightly Sprouted up Splitting winter soil, To kiss the shiny sun
In full moon sky Under black veil Round silver face When winks at her beau, Ocean.
A Message To Flowers
Hello! Blossoming flowers of coming morn! Shine yourselves with rising Sun.
Poet And Poetry
Pen and paper Between these two Both of them………
Weight Of Wait!
At one dawn, If you miss to smell Aroma of fresh bloomed lilacs, Then wait for next day!
Humanism-The Only Religion
Never I wake from bed. Nor I be mystic mad. Hearing the church gong, ‘Bible’ from Godfather’s tongue.
Race Of Rain
Many a drops of rain Add to form a fountain, Flowing ahead to prove That none can stop its move.
Why Flower Blooms?
A bud flourishes to flower. Perhaps, to fill a little joy Momentary yet pure peace In tiny heart of human.
Roars the cloudy sky to rain Eagles in nest, lions in den. All take shelter in fear Of being wet in muddy water.
Putting me at an aim Your love resuscitates my life. With joyance I write This ‘Billet Doux’ loosening all grief.
Song Of Seasons
When my face turns pale
Blood comes out as sweat from cell,
She extends a heavenly hand
To ‘Autumn Azure’ over sea sand,
Making me smile with stunning scene
How calm! How serene!
My body becomes pristine.
When I fear in scary night