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Paradise Regains – Poetry from Bengal

Suhina Biswasmajumdar, a poet from the land of Rabindranath Tagore shares her fresh poems.

Deny to die a coward’s death

Suhina Biswasmajumdar

Contemporary World Literature -Suhina Biswasmajumdar- Sindh CourierA writer from Kolkata, Bengal and a life-long devotee of Swami Vivekananda, Suhina is against any discrimination. Two significant life-forces propel her – ‘love’ and ‘writing’. Suhina’s book ‘Tumi’ (you) and Songs of Silence (A Journey to Love), are collections of her poetic thoughts.



Paradise Regains

Desperately I wish

 To die,

The moment I just make my mind to….


A snake smiles,

And whispers: “break”.

Those broken leaves murmur….the flowers agree…

My desire to break requests,

I dream a lucid dream…

Find myself in

A golden garden…

 The forgotten one!


The one…. the serpent

The order…. the monarchy

I wish to wish

Wish to feel

Feel to move

Move to get free


Free to speak

Speak for freedom

Freedom from fear

Fear to die


The snake bites

Bites and barks

Barks to deny

Deny to die a coward’s death,

A coward’s death!


They Are Mine 

Yours men are calling

Asking for help

They need to be saved,

Need more food

Some threads, few stones for shelter,

No beads, no claps, nor any clumsy gesture….


My men are crazy

Their ego forbids though crying for help,

Hide their greed and pride while face their shadow,

Try to escape but …in vain


I’m walking through the dark

To reveal the truth

Truth of a firefly hardly expects one’s kindness


Let’s come n grow, grow like that mirage

Let’s focus on their target audience provides some courage,

Let’s keep some hope

Hope to survive….


It’s too from that yesterday’s page

Where no one had finally drawn any conclusion

No one sent ultimately….

No one seen any ray of hope….

Got any message of rescue


Only new species of algae n grass

Express their views

Love n unshaken trust



They are calling,

Before crying for help

When surrender unconditionally.


Good afternoon

It’s a usual Sunday, very common one.

But I enjoy the day.

Let me think what makes it amazing, what triggers me, what may optimize…..

Perhaps, I understand,

Perhaps, I realize

Perhaps, I feel


Next chapter of my life assures to be a next gen guy,

A better one – don’t know

Wise one – can’t say

Mature enough – don’t bother


I’ll be a brand new version of the same old living transmuted fossil, with changing configuration.




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