Five poems of Prasenjit Das
THE FLAME IS ON
Life may not be a green leaf,
the dews are tears in grief.
Life for many maybe cruel,
give me the guts for the duel.
The good times passed by me,
like a humming bird in destiny.
If not in life then maybe after,
let life be a pleasant chapter.
No, I will never give up,...never,
be an example for all, forever...
THE OPTIMIST
Never be drowned in sorrow,
as if there is no tomorrow.
Tomorrow is a day uncrowned,
tomorrow is a time unbound.
Many things are left to be done,
the path of glory has already begun.
The darkness shows the light,
life is nothing, nothing but a fight.
You will be a winner, sooner or later,
the spirit of good will fight for better.
The light of honesty burns bright,
even in the darkest dark of the night.
A LONELY FATHER'S CALL
O lonely man! O lonely man!
Where is thy rugged winter coat?
Bore the ravages of eighty seasons,
that still makes thee soul to float.
O lonely man! O lonely man!
Where is thy loveth destiny?
Fought many a war and battles,
loved thy child and killed so many.
O lonely man! O lonely man!
What is thy eyes looking for thee?
O dear son, come back, I hear the
steps of Death marching towards me...
MY FRIEND'S DEATH
Give me the 'tomorrow',
for I may never see.
The glories of today,
that belong to history.
Call me mad or insane,
when I will be no more,
you will weep, yes
every now and then...
Let with every tear,
my memory be always near.
The story will thus end,
for losing a nice friend.
for I may never see.
The glories of today,
that belong to history.
Call me mad or insane,
when I will be no more,
you will weep, yes
every now and then...
Let with every tear,
my memory be always near.
The story will thus end,
for losing a nice friend.
THE BIRD
Look up! Look up towards the sky,
see the expanse and relieve a sigh.
Spread your arms and turn around,
see the heavens with glory abound.
Look up! There she goes, flying free,
away from her cage above the tree.
She has spread wide her wings of love,
just so innocent she is like a dove.
Playing hide and seek in the cloud,
the wind surrounding her like a shroud.
With glistening eyes and a little frown,
she dives down to her hometown...
see the expanse and relieve a sigh.
Spread your arms and turn around,
see the heavens with glory abound.
Look up! There she goes, flying free,
away from her cage above the tree.
She has spread wide her wings of love,
just so innocent she is like a dove.
Playing hide and seek in the cloud,
the wind surrounding her like a shroud.
With glistening eyes and a little frown,
she dives down to her hometown...
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BIONOTE:
in the Himalayan foothills of Siliguri. He is an educator and
entrepreneur with expertise in mathematics. As the founder
of a reputed coaching centre he has been instrumental in
shaping young minds and fostering academic excellence.
His passion for teaching and leadership has enabled him to
create a supportive learning environment for students to thrive.
Prior to his current role, he worked as the sole designer from
2000 to 2006 for prominent organizations such as the BRO,
IOC and erstwhile HUTCH. He was responsible for esigning
magazines, newspapers of Mass Communications Dept. of
Siliguri College that showcased the achievements of these
institutions. This experience, honed his creative skills and
attention to detail. In his free time, he counsels cancer patients
and expresses himself through poetry and art. Sketching and
Graphic Designing are hobbies that allow him to unwind and
tap into his creative side. Last but not the least; cooking is
another passion that brings him joy. With a unique blend of
academic and creative expertise, he continues to inspire and
educate the next generation.
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