swarupbhattacharya263
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Submitted Poems 268 total

The rags picker boy. The rags picker boy. I saw a boy of twelve or thirteen, picking up rags from the dumps. He was scerching among the dirts as if scrounging some gold coins. I came to know, he was living in a slum. Where light peeped hardly, in the damp... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	2 Views added 8 hours ago	Rating
Poised life. Poised life. It was my childhood passion to enjoy circus, in winter with my parents, after all my exams. I was keen to watch, a man playing on rope. He balanced on it, with his dexterity and hope. I became awestruck to see how a man... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	1 View added 20 hours ago	Rating
My green patch. My green patch. I had a barran patch infront of my house. I never thought, i could turn it into my choice. Oneday I scattered some seeds of grams. Sky spread modarate rains. I was elated when I saw some peeping heads. Then I put into... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	1 View added 1 day ago	Rating
I wish for an isolated life. I wish for an isolated life. I can't suppress my rebellious mind when it is tormented by din and bustle of the city. As I can't find here my own entity. My heart sings for an isolated place Where I'll shelter in a den in a lush green glen.... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	3 Views added 1 day ago	Rating
The school truant boys. The school truant boys. I like to see the faces of school truant boys. When others are infront of the grave teacher. Then nature is their very near. The trees,the ponds,the fields are their mates. and they are playing with their... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	0 Views added 2 days ago	Rating