My Life and My Songs: A Book of English Poems

By Bibhakar Dutta

My Life and My Songs, which contains 75 English poems in very simple and lucid language, is published after my previous book ' My Life and poetry'- that had been admired for whom it was intended to draw the kind attention and for humble readers. Since now, this new book would also be of an immense help and ray of gladness to the mind of the general readers and book lovers as before.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Jun 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781482833546

Bibhakar Dutta

- I was born on 2nd April, 1987 in a respectable middle class Dutta family at remote village of Bul Bul Chandi in the district of Malda, West Bengal, India .I am a post graduate student of English literature( under Netaji Subhas Open University). I have started writing poetry from my early childhood. My father’s name is Bimal Kumar Dutta who is Geotechnical engineer and my mother’s name is Bhanumati Dutta and she is a primary school teacher. I am indebted to my parents without whose inspirations I can’t proceed further. I am also thankful to my publisher, Partridge India.

Book preview

A THOUGHTLESS MAN

He never tames his emotion,

his mind is full of jubilance,

he never allows to subjugate himself into temptation;

he is brilliant and a thoughtless man.

He is still searching his lost love,

a huge delusion has wagged his heart,

yet he looks glad.

His soul is broad, but he is a thoughtless man.

He often sits under a shade

and tries to gaze

at the rock standing right before his eyes which has no age.

He never complains of his stress as he is a thoughtless man.

He goes to seaside and observes the ships

coming out of horizon line.

Thus, he is waiting for his love, and hope is the time

for this thoughtless man.

Wind turns its way from spring to summer,

but his love remains still.

He is a thoughtless man,

love rules his life and he has devoted everything.

AMAZING ESSENCE

I miss you,

and the missing is intolerable

my love is my faith,

and you stay in my breath.

This heart just waits,

and forever wants to place

your fantastic, charming percept

by my inmost depth of sense.

Yes, you exist in my deepest sense;

The Love and my respect,

being greatly intense,

are spreading through your amazing essence.

AMAZING!!

I just opened the door,

and sensed the dank morning;

Oh, how hazy the earth is!

my eyes are missing the street.

The park is silent-

that seems, it’s still asleep;

this is an hour to refresh

your affection and prolong the friendship.

The parky wind, which brings a message

for the day, is touching my hands,

and my heart being free from trashes, gets so excited.

Oh, how amazing the morning is!! . . .

AN INJURED MIND

An injured mind always cries.

There is no surprise

to calm its eyes.

It never becomes consoled.

An injured mind comes closer to you.

It seeks some advice.

It needs a touch to appease

and to blur its grief.

An injured mind wants to mitigate

its inner grievance,

but someone should approach to make

its soul perfect.

An injured mind can revive.

Just soak out its sadness.

Make it pure

as you’re.

AN UNDIVIDED SOUL

You and me an undivided soul,

one dedicates but the other is goal.

One can’t stand if another steps