Are you the children of the forest? Else what are you doing amid The bare, old, ghost trees? Orphans you are not, For, there is no orphanage here. Multiple resorts, hotels, guest-houses Steal your…
A dawn in winter, And the sun’s first rays Glowed the stubble-field. Yonder a hundred herons, Milk white, Basked on a treetop. From fig leaves Dew sparkled. Street deserted, And the Bhutan hills,…
Sixty autumns together they walked, And how many more who knows? Side by side they stood on the forest fringe And admired shrivelled faces and scraggy necks. How swiftly the halcyon days passed! Ah! The…
Bored being confined by four walls, I set out for Santalpara Where I hear rustics sit idle whole day And drink, brawl and do nothing. A fine drizzle washed the forest path a while ago,…
It was noon, but the rays mellow and soft! Let’s stand awhile on Dyna Bridge, dear, under which River Torsha moaned meandering naked, unabashed! Timid rays fell on its sickle body, and It gleamed, and…
Her man stole a neighbourhood girl, And went Arunachal a long ago, When Munni crawled in her Belly, swollen to burst. She lived at a hut, And toil at day at lush green fields Plucked…
Twice a month I go to Hariahati and drink haria Among the drunkards, peasants and labourers all, Two pigs skinned and men have their heyday! Round some fat women, haunch men nine or ten,…
Spillwords.com presents: No One Remembers A Dead Man, written by Abu Siddik, as assistant professor, Department of English, Falakata College .... Source: No One Remembers A Dead Man written by Abu Siddik at Spillwords.com
I love you, You are so good! You pledge your life For a square meal, Day you toil and night You sleep and populate, Evening you smoke, play cards, Drink tea, gossip, and pass Hay days!…
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