Santanu Banerjee

LIFE

Life is Hope, Life is Fear
A veiled mystery in every sphere
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The Forest

The sweet creation of the God
The calm forest tends to its daily job;
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We Celebrate and cherish
Our Republic Day and Independence Day
And the Birth Day of the Father of our Nation.
We offer garlands on the Statute of Bapu.
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On vacation wanna go away!
Advancing through an unknown way?
Somewhere beyond the Meadow
A field full of fragrance from flowers
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The evening tide comes fast
Only to remind and warn,
I have have wasted
All of my precious time...
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Sonnet No.2
By Indranath

Upon the banks where rivers meet as one,
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Sonnet No1
By Indranath

When India wakes beneath the touch of Spring,
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In Radha's Eyes, the Moment Blooms

Sri Santidasa
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Whispers of the Moonlit Spring
Santanu Banerjee

Beneath the moon's soft silver gaze,
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Mahaprabhu's footsteps, pure and bright,
The path of love reveals its light.
Sri Chaitanya's call, both soft and strong,
Unites the soul in divine song.
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Seize the Day, O Soul

Sri Santidasa
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Santanu Banerjee

In Bengal's Bosom, where Holy rivers flow,
Whispers of the wind in the orchards grow,
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Ode to Bengal
Santanu Banerjee

O Bengal, land of timeless tales,
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Insects of Bengal
Santanu Banerjee

In the lush green fields where the sun shines bright,
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Birds of Bengal

In the sky so blue, where the sun shines bright,
Sing the sweet birds from morning till night.
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Flowers of Bengal, bright and fair,
Blooming buds dance in the gentle air.
Woodrose and jasmine, fill the garden space,
Lotus pink and lovely, on the river's face.
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Rivers of Bengal

Beneath the bending banyan tree,
Bubbling waters dance with glee,
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Beneath the mango trees, the village hums,
A river ripples softly 'gainst its shore,
A breeze between the bamboo lightly drums,
And whispers tales of seasons gone before.
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In Bengal's heart, a village sleeps serene,
Where dawn's soft fingers brush the fields with gold,
The river hums a tune, a whispered sheen,
Through verdant groves, where banyan roots grow bold.
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O Kalachand, saint of boundless grace,
Who walked the fields where suffering hearts did cry,
Your voice, a river flowing through this space,
Brought light to Bengal's darkened, clouded sky.
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