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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How India’s Fortunes Fell – A Cricketing Saga
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In the Ahmedabad ground where warriors tread,
India clashed, hopes and dreams widespread.
Bats met the ball, an echoing crack,
In cricket’s arena, no turning back.
Australia stood, a formidable foe,
Their prowers displayed, a dominant flow.
Skill met strategy in this fierce game,
A spectacle of talent, fame to claim.
India, a team of valor and might,
Fought with vigor, under stadium’s light.
Yet amidst cheers and fervent cries,
Their fortunes waned, a stark surprise.
Bowlers steamed in with fiery pace,
But gaps emerged, a strategic chase.
Batsmen battled, strokes in array,
Yet destiny swayed, Australia’s way.
Was it the pitch, its Character guise,
Or nerves that faltered, beneath the skies?
Strategies planned, meticulously laid,
But fate’s design, a different trade.
Field placements poised, with calculated tact,
Yet edges found gaps, the ball’s impact.
In cricket’s dance, fortunes oscillate,
Precision, timing, decide the fate.
In post-match analysis, voices arise,
Debating decisions, where wisdom lies.
Was it pressure’s weight, a formidable force,
That altered the game’s destined course?
Each ball, a tale, in this grand stage,
Where victories soar and defeats engage.
India, a team of valor and skill,
In this cricketing saga, their prowers still.
Losses teach lessons, uncover the path,
For cricket’s journey, an ongoing craft.
Australia triumphed, in this World Cup’s play,
Yet India’s saga continues, another day.
Through wins and losses, cricket’s art,
Reveals the essence, the human heart.
India’s loss, a chapter inscribed,
In this cricketing tale, forever subscribed.
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Salute to Men
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On this nineteenth day of November’s grace,
Let’s celebrate men, each noble face.
Their presence shapes the world we see,
In quiet strength or jubilant glee.
In myriad forms, they proudly stand,
Crafting destinies with skilled hand.
From father figures to friends so dear,
Their essence sparkles, crystal clear.
In boardrooms, they lead with might,
In homes, their warmth creates delight.
They shoulder burdens, bear the weight,
Yet smile through struggles, ever elate.
Their laughter echoes, their stories told,
A tapestry of adventures, bold and old.
With every step, they carve a way,
Guiding us through life’s array.
With open hearts, they lend an ear,
To voices silenced, yet needing to be near.
Their empathy, a soothing balm,
In their embrace, we find calm.
They’re mentors, lovers, brothers, and more,
Guardians of values we deeply adore.
Their legacy woven into time’s thread,
A tapestry of strength, no words unsaid.
So, on this day, let’s loudly cheer,
For the men we hold so dear.
With gratitude, our hearts aglow,
For their kindness that continues to grow.
In honor of their tales and strides,
Their presence in life’s changing tides,
We hail the men, their gallant sway,
On this nineteenth of November’s day.
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Kartikeya’s Grace Tales of Devotion
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In lands where legends etch upon the soul,
Kartikeya reigns, his stories extol,
Murugan, Kandhan, in worship whole,
God of war and victory, tales unroll.
Tamil Nadu, where his shrines abide,
Adored by all, Sangam’s timeless guide,
Son of Shiva and Parvathi’s pride,
Protector, in battles, where destinies bide.
God of Tamil, Sangam’s poetic art,
Six abodes stand, each a sacred part,
In histories spun, devotees impart,
Lord Murugan’s grace, a revered heart.
Kartik Purnima, a sacred rite,
Hindus, Sikhs, Jains, in celestial light,
Born this day, Kartikeya’s might,
Danced gods in joy, a divine sight.
Kartik, beauty’s epitome true,
On peacock perched, a charming view,
Moustache and curls, bow and arrows in view,
Symbol of fertility, where legends accrue.
Idol pranks, a playful tease,
Kartik placed to bring blessings, ease,
Homes adorned, hearts to appease,
Innocent mischief, divinity’s release.
Reporter’s quest, idols’ tale unfurled,
Kartik’s form, timeless, unswirled,
Clay pitchers, offerings pearled,
Joyful play, innocence twirled.
Kartik month, Bengal’s fervent phase,
Shiva’s worship, devotion’s blaze,
Sankranti’s fire, a mystic craze,
Misfortunes burnt, hope’s raise.
Effigies submerged, rituals old,
Lakshmi invoked, blessings enfold,
Tales of Kartikeya, in epics told,
Devotion’s tapestry, a treasure to hold.
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Harmony Within
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In a world ablaze with hues so bright,
A day emerges, Diabetes in sight.
November’s sun casts a golden ray,
World Diabetes Day, let’s pave the way.
Beneath the surface, a silent war,
Pancreas whispers, “I can do no more.”
Sugar dances, a relentless tide,
Within our veins, where health resides.
Yet, in unity, we find our might,
A global call, let’s stand upright.
Blue ribbons flutter, a symbol so grand,
For those who strive to understand.
A dance of numbers, a delicate art,
Balancing insulin, a courageous heart.
On fingertips, a daily quest,
A journey endured, an endless test.
Families, warriors, hand in hand,
Facing challenges, a resilient band.
Education, advocacy, let’s ignite the flame,
Against this foe, we stake our claim.
In every heartbeat, a tale unfolds,
Of strength and courage, the story molds.
On this day, let compassion bloom,
In the face of Diabetes, we find room.
To raise our voice, to lend a hand,
For a future where all can withstand.
With knowledge as our guiding light,
We’ll conquer darkness, make it bright.
World Diabetes Day, a beacon of grace,
Together we stand, a global embrace.
In unity, strength, and love, we find,
The power to heal, the ties that bind.
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A Symphony of Innocence
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In lands diverse, the dates may sway,
A celebration in a child’s own way.
Children’s Day, a global song,
In different tunes, we all belong.
In Geneva’s halls, ’25 did see,
A proclamation for children’s glee.
June first, a universal theme,
In many hearts, a vivid dream.
Yet, in November’s embrace, a world decree,
The UN Charter’s melody for you and me.
Declaration sung on the twentieth day,
Children’s rights, in bright array.
In India’s grace, on the fourteenth of November,
A special ode for children, to remember.
Jawaharlal Nehru’s heart did sway,
For the children’s future, he’d brightly say.
A fair unfolds, where innocence dances,
Educational programs, where hope enhances.
Private schools and public too,
In unity, a day to renew.
Nehru’s vision, in children he’d see,
The future’s architects, the hope to be.
In their eyes, a nation’s reflection,
Investment in them, our true connection.
“I have always felt,” Nehru proclaimed,
“The children’s fate, the country named.
In their hands, tomorrow’s tale,
Our guidance, the wind in their sail.”
So, on this day of joy and cheer,
Let’s lend our ears, children near.
A symphony of innocence, let it play,
In every heart, every Child’s Day.
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Festival of Lights
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In lands where colors blend in many ways,
Observed by eyes in a joyous gaze,
A festival of lights, a sacred phase,
Diwali arrives, in a luminous blaze.
More than a billion hearts, diverse in belief,
Gather neath the sky, where joy is chief,
Prayers whisper in the gentle night,
A celebration of triumph, a festival bright.
From prayers that rise to feasts that gleam,
Fireworks dance in the nocturnal dream,
A tapestry woven with tales untold,
Of victories grand, of stories bold.
The tales differ in each region’s lore,
Yet, a common thread, a narrative core,
Of light conquering dark, a universal theme,
Knowledge piercing through ignorance’s seam.
In southern realms, Krishna’s valor shines,
The demon Naraka, where darkness twines,
Imprisoned souls and tormented cries,
Defeated by light, where goodness lies.
Good over evil, the mantra sung,
In every heart, on every tongue,
Diwali’s essence, a radiant spell,
A time to rejoice, where goodness dwells.
New beginnings embraced, prosperity sought,
In every prayer, in every thought,
A celebration of Rama’s triumphant return,
After years of exile, the demons’ spurn.
Life lessons in the festival’s glow,
Values that flourish and virtues that grow,
Equality, a virtue from Lord Ram’s reign,
A lesson for hearts, breaking every chain.
Beware of temptations, a subtle snare,
Diwali whispers, urging hearts to beware,
Selflessness, a lantern in the night,
Guiding souls towards the path of light.
Patience, a virtue, like a diya’s glow,
Flickering, steady, in life’s ebb and flow,
In the celebration, a truth unfolds,
Bad company, a tale Diwali scolds.
The wisdom dispels inner and outer strife,
In the radiant embrace of Diwali’s life,
Marking the New Year, a journey starts,
A time for dreams, a canvas of hearts.
Honoring Rama and Sita’s daring flight,
Escaping the demon’s clutches, a symbol of might,
Diwali, a dance of joy, a cosmic art,
A celebration etched in every heart.
