Poetry
In Poetry category will have various poems will on bengali or bangla. These are based on various issues on the mordern life. This category is only bengali poetry.
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Netaji’s Call to Freedom
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In the heart of India’s struggle, bold and true,
A leader emerged, strong and valiant too.
On the 23rd of January, a hero was born,
Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose, his legacy worn.
With fire in his spirit, he stood tall,
Against oppression’s shadow, he’d never fall.
Freedom echoed in his every stride,
A warrior’s heart, where courage did reside.
In the pages of history, his tale unfolds,
A saga of bravery, as the story molds.
His call for freedom echoed loud and clear,
A rallying cry that dispelled every fear.
Azad Hind Fouj, his vision grand,
United in purpose, across the land.
Soldiers of freedom, a force untamed,
In their hearts, Netaji’s name proclaimed.
Through battles fought, with unwavering might,
He led the charge for India’s rightful right.
The tricolor soared, a symbol of pride,
In Netaji’s gaze, freedom multiplied.
In foreign shores, he sought support,
For India’s cause, his efforts court.
With allies and friends, a global quest,
Netaji’s spirit, an unyielding zest.
In the whispers of time, his words inspire,
A flame of freedom that will never tire.
Netaji, the hero, whose dream we keep,
In the heart of every patriot, forever deep.
On this day we celebrate, January’s morn,
Netaji’s legacy, like a banner, is borne.
A leader, a visionary, a freedom’s guide,
In the hearts of millions, he’ll forever reside.
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Harmony of Tomorrow
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In the realm of circuits, where algorithms dance,
A tale unfolds of a future chance.
Where fears of job loss find their reprieve,
In the symphony of progress, where hopes conceive.
Oh, ye doubters, let your worries fade,
For AI brings not just shadows, but a bright cascade.
A force for creation, a beacon in the night,
Igniting new paths, embracing the light.
Through lines of code and silicon dreams,
A tapestry woven with innovative schemes.
AI, a painter, strokes the canvas of time,
Creating jobs, a rhythm in the paradigm.
In industries old and those yet unseen,
AI sparks growth, a flourishing sheen.
It’s not the destructor, but a catalyst of change,
A partner in progress, on a wide-ranging range.
Automate the mundane, let humans soar,
To explore, to imagine, to accomplish more.
New avenues, unseen horizons unfold,
AI and humanity, a story to be told.
In labs and offices, where minds align,
Job opportunities bloom, like flowers entwined.
A dance of collaboration, man and machine,
In this waltz of progress, a harmonious scene.
So, let not fear cloud the potential ahead,
AI is a companion, not an adversary to dread.
As we march towards the future hand in hand,
A world of growth and opportunity shall stand.
And as we traverse the pathways unknown,
AI enhances skills, a wisdom it has shown.
Together we rise, a collective leap,
In the embrace of progress, our promises keep.
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Resolutions of 2024 which might lead to success
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In the embrace of the newborn light,
A canvas awaits, pristine and bright.
With the turning tide of the year,
Promises bloom, dispelling fear.
Resolutions forged in the crucible of hope,
Ignite the spirit, help us cope.
A symphony of dreams, a steadfast choir,
Guiding us higher, lifting us higher.
Self-discipline, the compass true,
Navigating paths both old and new.
With every sunrise, a chance reborn,
To mend the fabric that may be torn.
In the garden of goals, we plant the seeds,
Nurturing dreams with determined deeds.
Positivity, the gentle rain,
Feeds the roots, breaks the chain.
A pledge to cherish, to persevere,
To banish doubt, release the fear.
In the mirror of self-reflection,
We find the map to our own direction.
Embracing challenges with open arms,
Determined to face the world’s alarms.
Through trials and tests, we shall prevail,
For success is born from a resilient tale.
In the book of days, let each page be writ,
With tales of courage, bit by bit.
Promises made, not to be confined,
But to soar and thrive, heart and mind aligned.
As the clock strikes midnight, a resolute vow,
To kindle the flame, here and now.
In the tapestry of time, our story unfolds,
A journey of triumph, as the year molds.
So, let us stride into the unfolding morn,
With promises kept, a new spirit born.
May the days ahead be filled with grace,
As we embrace the dawn, in this resolute space.
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Poush Parbon & Ganga Sagar Mela
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In West Bengal’s embrace, where the Ganges gently flows,
Makar Sankranti, Poush Parbon, a harvest festival bestows.
Named after the month, where winter’s charm enthralls,
Poush Sankranti, on the calendar of Bengal, calls.
On the fourteenth of January, under the Western sky,
A celebration of bounty, where spirits soar high.
Paddy freshly harvested, a symbol of abundance,
In the heart of Bengal, it’s time for exuberance.
Khejurer Gur and Patali, date palm’s sweet embrace,
Blend in traditions, an extraordinary taste.
Pithas prepared with love, a culinary delight,
Rice flour, coconut, and milk, in the festival’s light.
Three days of jubilation, a festive carousel,
From the eve of Sankranti, till its farewell.
All strata of society, in unison, they sway,
A cultural dance, in the Poush Parbon’s display.
Goddess Lakshmi revered, her blessings sought,
On the day of Sankranti, devotion is taught.
In the Himalayan heights, in Darjeeling’s glow,
Magey Sakrati whispers tales of Lord Shiva’s show.
At sunrise, ablutions, a ritual divine,
Worship commences, in sacred incline.
Ganga Sagar beckons, where waters converge,
A dip in its sanctity, a spiritual surge.
The Gangasagar Mela, a grand spectacle unfolds,
On Makar Sankranti, tales of devotion it holds.
Gathered at Kapilmuni’s ashram, a sacred abode,
Where Ganges meets the Bay, a pilgrimage bestowed.
Second only to Kumbh Mela, in grandeur and might,
Devotees from all states, in pilgrimage unite.
Makar Sankranti, a cosmic alignment in the sky,
A dance of the sun, as Capricorn draws nigh.
A festival of faith, a carnival of devotion,
In West Bengal’s heart, a timeless emotion.
In Ganga Sagar’s embrace, where tides entwine,
Poush Shankranti’s aura, at the Gangasagar Mela, doth shine.
Bathing in devotion, beneath the winter’s sun,
A confluence of faith, where sacred rivers run.
Kapilmuni’s ashram, a haven by the shore,
A pilgrimage on Poush Shankranti, devout hearts implore.
Gathering in multitudes, from far and near,
A celebration of spirit, where reverence is clear.
Hindu fervor echoing, like the Bay’s rhythmic roar,
A sacred carnival on Poush Shankranti’s floor.
Pilgrims in procession, along the holy sands,
With each step, a prayer, in devout bands.
Dipping in the Ganges, where purity unfurls,
On Poush Shankranti, the cosmos in harmony swirls.
Amidst the sea of souls, faith takes its flight,
In the grandeur of devotion, where day turns into night.
Ganga Sagar Mela, a tapestry divine,
Woven with threads of belief, in every design.
As Poush Shankranti weaves its mystical thread,
Ganga Sagar Mela, where hearts are led.
A celebration of oneness, where pilgrims convene,
In the sacred embrace, of Poush’s festive sheen
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Swami Vivekananda & Thakur Shree Ramkrishna
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In the heart of Calcutta’s embrace,
Born to an aristocratic grace,
Narendranath Datta, a spirit divine,
Swami Vivekananda, a radiant sign.
From a Kayastha family he arose,
A seeker of truth, where wisdom flows.
In youth, a call to spirituality’s quest,
Inclined to religion, he found his nest.
Ramakrishna, a guru, wise and true,
Their destinies intertwined, a bond to pursue.
From literature class to Dakshineswar’s gate,
A meeting that altered the seeker’s fate.
Initially rebellious, he stood against,
Ideas that challenged, beliefs intense.
But Ramakrishna’s charisma and insight,
Drew him closer, dispelling the night.
In 1881, a crucial turn,
To Dakshineswar, his heart did yearn.
Financial woes gripped his family’s core,
Narendra faced challenges, hardships galore.
Once prosperous, now impoverished he,
Yet in adversity, his spirit ran free.
Ramakrishna’s wisdom, a beacon bright,
Guided him through the darkest night.
In 1884, tragedy struck their door,
Narendra’s father, prosperity no more.
Debts pressed hard, the creditors’ call,
Ancestral home threatened to fall.
A journey of despair, a quest for light,
In Dakshineswar’s sanctum, he found respite.
Questioning God, seeking solace true,
Ramakrishna’s teachings, like morning dew.
Prayers for wealth, a temporal plea,
Transformed into a quest for eternity.
Narendra embraced the call divine,
Renouncing all for God’s design.
In 1885, throat cancer’s cruel decree,
Ramakrishna, in pain, yet spirit free.
Transferred to Calcutta, then Cossipore’s space,
Narendra, by his side, grace to embrace.
Disciples cared for their ailing sage,
In Cossipore’s garden, on life’s final stage.
Nirvikalpa samadhi, an ethereal flight,
In ochre robes, disciples stood in light.
Service to men, the worship pure,
In every soul, God to assure.
Ramakrishna’s last breath, a silent hymn,
In Cossipore, the light grew dim.
Swami Vivekananda, the torchbearer,
Carried the flame, banishing fear.
Philosopher, monk, a beacon bright,
Guiding India through the darkest night.
To the West, Vedanta’s envoy,
In Chicago’s Parliament, a speech to deploy.
“Sisters and brothers of America,” he said,
Hinduism’s essence, like petals spread.
A patriot saint, a reformer true,
National Youth Day, in his honor, we strew.
Father of modern Indian pride,
In Vivekananda, our spirits abide.
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যা1ওয়া আসা
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ডিসেম্বরে বছর যায়
নতুন বছর আসে
শীতের সময় গাছের পাতা
ঝরে পরতে থাকে |
মানুয়েরও বয়েস হলে
যাবার ডাক আসে |
শরীর, কাজ, সন্মান তার
ইতিহাস হয়ে থাকে |
অসমাপ্ত কাজ যে তার
অসমাপ্তই থাকে |
উত্তরসূরীর কেউ তখন
কাজটা শেষ করতে আসে |
তাই প্রাণ বোতলের যা পরমায়ু
যতটুকু আছে বাকী,
দ্বিধা, দন্দ ভুলে সবাই
এস ভাল থাকি |
হাসিটুকু থাক না মুখে
দেখে সামনের মানুষটাও হাসবে |
দুঃখ আর চিন্তা ছেড়ে
সুখটি নিয়ে বাঁচবে |
অন্ধকারেও দেখবে আলো
মনের সুখটি নিয়ে |
ভালবাসায় জ্বলবে আলো
রঙিন স্বপ্ন দিয়ে |
হাঁটতে তখন নেই অসুবিধা
যে কোনও রাস্তায় |
পাশের মানুষটিও হাসি নিয়ে
যাচ্ছে তার ইচ্ছামত জায়গায় |
