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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The Journey Towards Society-Centric Grace
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In life’s vast stage, two souls do dwell,
One to themselves, the other, all hearts swell.
One cloaked in solitude, a self-centric view,
The other in the world, with hearts anew.
A tale unfolds of extremes profound,
A frozen heart, in isolation bound,
A soul who tends to their solitary kin,
A world away from where life begins.
Yet on the other end, a noble sight,
Sri Ramakrishna, in selfless light,
His deeds, a beacon, for all to see,
A life devoted to humanity’s plea.
Between these poles, most mortals tread,
With self and society, they’re wed.
Some more inclined to their own embrace,
Others in service, finding grace.
To journey forth, from self to society’s call,
A transformation that encompasses all.
For in this shift, the human soul finds gold,
In giving, sharing, stories yet untold.
From self-centric bounds, to a broader view,
Where empathy blooms, and kindness ensues.
A heart that beats for more than its own,
Finds richness in seeds of compassion sown.
Good, better, and best, in a ceaseless climb,
Towards a purpose grand, a life sublime.
To embrace the world, in its joy and strife,
To weave a tapestry of shared life.
Let’s aspire to better, with each passing day,
Towards a society-centric array.
For in this journey, our essence is found,
In service to others, love knows no bound.
So, let’s tread the path of selfless art,
Where kindness reigns and heals the heart.
In this grand dance of life’s fleeting glance,
Let’s embrace the world in a society-centric stance.
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Spinning Yarns of Cricket’s Grace
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In the cricket’s realm, a story unfurls,
South Africa and India, two cricketing pearls.
T20s done, victory graced India’s way,
Now ODI’s canvas, a fresh display.
Yet players absent, practice calls their name,
Spin’s sly dance, they must tame.
Test series looms, their focus locked in,
ODIs at stake, a challenging spin.
With bat and ball, on fields they tread,
In pursuit of triumph, where legends are bred.
India’s hope, another win to claim,
Despite the challenge, the spin’s cunning game.
Amidst this saga, a tale takes flight,
Of battles waged, in cricket’s light.
A graceful dance, on the pitch’s stage,
As India vies for victory’s page.
The T20s witnessed India’s stellar might,
Now, ODIs beckon, a new thrilling height.
Yet, amidst this clash, a void prevails,
As some talents rest, their training trails.
The spin, a challenge, they seek to master,
For Tests await, a graver, grander chapter.
But in the ODI’s fervor, hope’s beacon shines,
India’s dreams, etched in cricketing lines.
On fields where passions rise and fall,
Where every stroke holds destiny’s call,
Bats meet balls in a rhythmic dance,
Crafting moments of fate and chance.
Captains strategize, players aspire,
To ignite victory’s fervent fire.
The chase for glory, a relentless quest,
Where each contest is a spirited test.
For cricket’s beauty lies in its grace,
In battles fought at a thrilling pace.
In this cricketing odyssey’s grand parade,
India marches on, undeterred, unafraid.
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Around the world on a Bicycle in 19 years
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In the heart of Basanti, where Sundarbans breathe,
Somenath Devnath, his spirit boundless, believed.
Pedaling the world on his trusty old cycle’s stride,
A globetrotter’s tale, a relentless odyssey did reside.
Through 191 cities, his wheels kissed the ground,
Nourishing his wanderlust, a journey profound.
Nineteen years, a tapestry of stories woven true,
Each town, each encounter, a chapter to pursue.
In Afghanistan’s embrace, fate’s hand took a twist,
Caught amid the chaos, a cook’s role in the midst.
Yet undeterred, his spirit forged from iron’s core,
Somenath’s saga persisted, a traveler craving more.
China’s land, where Corona’s touch did assail,
A battle fought, a resilient spirit wouldn’t derail.
Stuck at borders closed, New Zealand’s riverside tent,
A temporary abode where his wanderings were lent.
News of father’s and grandfather’s final goodbye,
Yet Somenath, undeterred, gazed at the sky.
A true globetrotter, his passion a guiding flame,
Through sorrow’s tempest, his resolve remained the same.
In verses whispered by winds in far-off lands,
Echoes of his travels, where destiny’s strands.
A cycle, a companion, through trials and delight,
Witness to tales etched in the day and the night.
His tireless spirit, an anthem to wanderlust’s creed,
A true globetrotter, fueled by a fervent need.
With a heart adorned by the world’s myriad hues,
Somenath Devnath, a traveler, never to refuse.
The elegant dance of his tire on foreign terrain,
A testament to courage, amid loss and gain.
Each city, a chapter, a story in his trail,
A testament to resilience, a traveler’s tale.
In the symphony of his journey, hardships blend,
A tale of bravery, a saga without end.
A poem, a homage to a wanderer’s grace,
Somenath Devnath, a traveler of every place.
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Legacy’s Beacon – The Tale of Ratan Tata
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Amidst the tides of time, a legacy arose,
A titan born in Bombay’s embrace, stories composed.
Ratan Naval Tata, his name etched in gold,
An industrial luminary, tales of brilliance it told.
From ’37, a chapter did unfold,
In the lineage of Tatas, a tale retold.
Philanthropy’s beacon, industry’s guide,
With ventures and visions, he rode the tide.
In ’60, Tata Steel’s shop floor his domain,
Foundations laid, ambitions to attain.
A visionary in stride, innovation’s crown,
From Cornell’s halls, wisdom he’d renown.
Chairman he became in ’91’s grace,
A mantle embraced, steering Tata’s pace.
Acquisitions grand, Tetley, JLR in hand,
A global vision, expanding the brand.
Philanthropy’s heart, he gave abundantly,
Education, healthcare, rural prosperity.
Investments he seeded, startups found wings,
Empowering dreams, the future he brings.
Nano’s concept, a car for the many,
Empowering dreams, a vehicle to penny.
Through tumult and trials, leadership shone,
Innovation, transformation, Tata’s tone.
Resigning at ’12, a transition’s call,
A saga ensued, succession’s thrall.
Interim chairman, a brief return,
Ensuring the legacy, lessons to learn.
Advisory roles, boards of acclaim,
A life of service, an esteemed name.
Honors bestowed, Padma Vibhushan’s grace,
States laud his spirit, his deeds embrace.
Tata, a symbol, a tale so vast,
In industry’s annals, a legend amassed.
Philanthropist, leader, investor in flight,
Ratan Tata’s story, a beacon of light.
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Elegant Sharmila Thakur for her Versatile activities
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In celluloid’s embrace, her tale unfurled,
Sharmila danced, a luminescent pearl.
With Ray’s “Apur Sansar,” her journey ignited,
A star’s ascent, her destiny invited.
The ’70s adorned her, a leading light,
Her prowess gleamed, a cinematic flight.
National Festivals lauded her grace,
“Mousam,” “Aradhana,” her trophy embrace.
Mansur Ali Khan adorned her heart’s trove,
Their legacy etched, a familial treasure trove.
Saif and Soha, kin of cinematic flair,
Kareena, their constellation, shining rare.
Censor Board’s helm she gracefully held,
UNICEF’s envoy, compassion compelled.
Jury duty at the Film Fest’s domain,
Her wisdom and vision, a cinematic reign.
Padma Bhushan adorned her brow’s grace,
India’s honor, in life’s prestigious race.
Elegance personified, her story unfolds,
Sharmila, in beauty, and wisdom, beholds.
In the tapestry of time, her legacy’s spun,
A luminary’s glow, never to be undone.
Her spirit, a beacon, in cinematic skies,
Guiding hearts, where aspirations arise.
With each accolade, a testament told,
Of talent, resilience, and stories bold.
Her life’s canvas painted with hues so bright,
A muse to many, in art’s resplendent light.
May her days ahead, a symphony unfold,
Notes of triumph, and narratives untold.
For Sharmila Tagore, in life’s grand scheme,
A timeless saga, a radiant dream.
May her journey onward, in serenity’s embrace,
A life adorned with dignity, poise, and grace.
With each chapter, her legacy shall thrive,
Eternally engraved, where stars and dreams colide.
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যে কোনও কাজে জিততে পারা
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মোহনবাগান হেরে গেল
উড়িষ্যার কাছে।
বিশ্বকাপের ফাইনালে হারলো ভারত
অস্ট্রেলিয়ার চাপে।
ওরা জিততে পারত ম্যাচগুলোতে
ভাবত যদি জিততে হবে।
হারব হারব মনটা পালটে
জিতব জিতব ভাবতো তবে।
কোচেরা সব ভুলে গেছেন
সাধারণ এই পেপ-টকটা নিয়ে।
বডি ল্যানগুয়েজ পাল্টে যেত
জিততে হবে মনে এ আশা রাখতে গিয়ে।
অস্ট্রেলিয়া খেলতে নামলো
আন্ডার ডগ হয়ে।
শুরু করলো টসে জিতে
আর ফিল্ডিংটা নিয়ে।
প্রতিটা চার আটকে যায়
ভারত বাউন্ডারী পায় না।
জান প্রাণ লাগিয়ে দিল
সেই ফিল্ডিং ভোলা যায় না।
অস্ট্রেলিয়া মনের জোর বাড়াতে থাকে
নিজেদের সেই অদম্য চেষ্টায়।
ভারত হাল ছেড়ে দিয়ে
এক এক করে উইকেট দিয়ে যায়।
একজনও কেউ ভাবলো না
আমাদের জিততে হবে।
তাই শামীর বলও হজম করে
অস্ট্রেলিয়া চার, ছয় মারতে থাকে।
পুরো টিমটা হতদ্যম হয়ে
হারার চিন্তায় হারতে থাকে।
পিচে স্পিনের সাহায্য না পেয়ে
নিজেদের দূর্বল ভাবতে থাকে।
ভাবতে ভাবতে হারতে বসা
হেরেও খুশি রানার্স মেডেল হাতে।
কি হারিয়েছি বুঝতে পেরে
রোহিত, বিরাট আড়ালে কাঁদতে থাকে।
কʼদিন পরেই টি টোয়েন্টি ম্যাচে
ভায়েরা জিতে দেখিয়ে দিল।
হোয়াইট ওয়াস হতে হতে
ম্যাক্সি একটা ম্যাচ বাঁচিয়ে দিল।
গতবছর আই পি এলে
নাইট ব়াইডার্স – গুজরাট ম্যাচ।
রিঙ্কু সিং ভেবেছিল, অসম্ভব কে সম্ভব করে
জিততে হবে আজ।
তাই শেষ পাঁচ বলে পাঁচটা ছক্কা মারে সে
বাজি রেখে নিঝের জান।
সেদিন তাকে চিনলো সবাই
আজ সে ভারতের দরকারী ব্যাটসম্যান।
কোনও কাজে জিততে গেলে
জিততে হবে বড় শত্রুর কাছে।
বড় শত্রুটা আর কেউ নয়
নিজের মনের মধ্যে বসে আছে।
