SUMANA BHATTACHARJEE

SUMANA BHATTACHARJEE

I'M LOST

O my distrait mind, dissonant thought ,

Now I'm little away from you

Forgive me my kindest God.

I don't know where my mind

Have lost.

Years passed by autumns gone

Answer me my beloved

Where have you gone?

Among so many countless face

Only your presence seems

Full of grace!

I never can forget that gaze

My lips were stitched, your eyes still

I can never express that thrill ,

An unknown city new place

We met by chance

Felt like forever blessed.

Shame on my shy

I couldn't tell you

You are only my.

Often I think

At least you could try.

Grabbling you my wistful thought

Just for once tell me

You love me or not.

O blue eyes! Listen to me

From this sweet pain make me free.

You are the only reason

Of my smile and glee.

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Sumana Bhattacharjee

20/11/2017

REPEAL OF A DEPARTED SOUL

Please don't cry

Standing before my grave,

Have you ever asked me?

What I really crave?

Every moment, each and every day

I tried to obey your words

What you used to say,

But never asked me

What I want , what my heart pray .

I spent my life

With enough pain, disdain

And anguish,

Never you heard my whisper,

You think life is only to cherish.

Please don't cry anymore

Before my grave,

It will make no difference

In my heart,

I’m now a girl brave.

Love was only a game to you,

Alack! You never know,

Its made only for few.

Do you want to know

In my life, what was your role?

Let me tell you, you never

Touched my soul.

To you I was doll

Have you ever loved me?

At all ?

Oh ! Don't cry standing

Before my grave,

Now! Now at least!

Let my soul rest in peace!

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Sumana Bhattacharjee

4/1/2018

I'M SORRY

I'm  so sorry

I'm not happy with your

So called luxury

Nay !Not even with

The expensive jeweler!

Dazzling look

Some designer dress

Not enough for me to impress

You are a good heart unless.

But I love to enjoy full

Simply because the life is

So beautiful!

But where only attire speaks

The idea to me little doubtful.

Although you have the right,

To call me a fool.

Yes ! Important a pretty dress,

If it enhances your grace

But richer is love

An entire world

It can embrace.

It never catches my eye

Where the things mingle with lie.

Whatever my status

I love street food,

The effort of poor men

Behind the making of food,

Seems to me so good!

Let me get down

From your impressive car

Standing under the starlit night,

I want to count the

evening star .

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SUMANA BHATTACHARJEE

SUMANA BHATTACHARJEE is a bilingual poetry writer from India. She is born and brought up in city Kolkata in a family of teachers. From her childhood she has a keen interest in music, poetry and drama. She is the author of "Eternal Thought" and her poem have been published in various national and international anthologies, magazines and blogs .