My name is Kalomanik
You say black!
Me Manik,
You don't have or become dear; I was unpleasant.
...
I Shelley
Lying down long
Year after year into the grave
Here is calm and quiet
...
Yes Yes, Yes Yes, You Could die
Nobody will ask You, if you my.
That hopes even give you
A gift blooming day.
...
Gunpowder smelling all around
Covered with burnt ash and painted grey,
No trace of green is there
Doesn't even come in nightmares...
...
Children gazing towards the sky,
They see birds flying, midst of clouds.
Their hearts soar high.
Stars twinkle at night, up high they spy.
...
We did not go to the Eiffel Tower anymore
As a rule, we were not allowed to speak.
But a river can't get back to the source,
Now constantly seeking to hide myself,
...
Sudama Saha is a Scholar. Now a days he researching on History. He is belonging from Kolkata. A Indian boy, dreamer, writer, philosophic, thinker & Researcher.)
Belong.
The Untold Stories
Is my poem,
The way
I may not go again, when.
Your life's all growing up,
To me not spread,
But bread it needed.
My ways call you,
Always bring.
See that my heart do sing.
Sometimes it thinks,
My life become short.
Remember my friend,
Me not a fraud.
But,
No one see me with your own,
Want I someone it to Shown.
'আমি আবার দুরন্ত হবো তোমার প্রতীক্ষায় ।।'
'সকালের প্রতিটা আশা ভেঙে হলো খান, পড়ন্ত বিকেল শেষ। যখন দেখি সন্ধ্যা নামতে আর দেরি নেই।'
'প্রতিটা দৃষ্টি দৃষ্টি নয়, কিছু দৃষ্টিতে যৌবনের তুষ্টি ও হয়।'
'There is a bird, and I free you. But, Choice is yours'
'जीवन एक बन हे। जिसको राहे मिलती हे वो नसीबवाला, और जिसको ना मिला वो खो जाता है।'
'সব আশা পূর্ণ হয় না, কিছু নিরাশায়ও অনেকে বুক বাঁধে।'