Poem -

I wish I could

What is mind?
The place from where my feelings burst out,
no no from where my emotions start flowing out in the form of droplets
it's like a little baby who never understands what can harm his little soft fingers
never fears to touch the fire,but all of a sudden the burn causes him to cry
Alas!tear droplets make his face so pale,so dry..
I wish I could touch the face,could touch the fingers,gently rub his eyes
then slowly silently whisper into his ears "I am here always with you"
I wish I could make him feel special
I wish I could...
I wish so many things,all in vain..

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Sreemonti Chowdhury

A late night lamp inspires me
Glory of fame flicks inside me
An unoknown charm of romance 
Thinking about someone gives a chance
to feel all alone in the darkness
Though a yellow ray peeps out from the grass
Fragnance of night deepens my thought
Slow walk mild wind
Whispers of thoughts
a gentle smile
eyes bidding good byes
shievering street lamp
beeping sound of horns
Shades of unknown faces
Too many calculative thoughts
just scattering within that shade
Then slowly imerges into the darkness...
I slowly move towards the gate to pick up a bus by pulling the luggage of thoughts,
a warm hand from the unknown shadow tells me to hold that..
With a smile of reality 
and with the help of unknown hand I manage to carry the luggage to my destination.

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