Sumedha Biswas Poems

  • 1.
    The story started with you and I
    When we walked across the meadows together.
    I used to be painfully shy.
    Being charmed by the lovely weather,
    ...
  • 2.
    Surrounded by verdant green
    There stands the beautiful mansion of a queen.
    Her appearance resembles a hippie
    And today she looks a little bit grumpy
    ...
  • 3.
    What happened to those mornings when
    We used to enjoy a lot.
    Where are they?
    Will they never come again?
    ...
  • 4.
    The world has myriad of creations but the most precious one is my mother.
    I have never seen the mystic being which you call “God”, endowed with supernatural powers.
    But I have observed the same qualities in her.
    Apart from other values, she inculcated the sense of “sacrifice” in me.
    ...
  • 5.
    The microscopic brazen faced slayer is inducing toxicity in the mankind.
    What more will it take to commit suicide? Cash or Kind?


    ...
  • 6.
    Dear Brave Martyrs,
    You are Our pride.
    You march across the field with a confident stride.
    You are the real son of the nation,
    ...
  • 7.
    The world is a stage
    Where perform actors of different age.
    Here, each and every animal struggles for existence
    Such that one tries to prove one's dominance.
    ...
  • 8.
    Dear April,
    Why have you disturbed the tranquil?
    Why have you sent this devil?
    Which is clinging to our tonsil.
    ...
  • 9.
    The unprecedented cry
    Makes one horrify
    As it is alien
    To the ones who are downtrodden.
    ...
Total 9 Poems by Sumedha Biswas

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