swarupbhattacharya263
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Joined: November 2023 Last seen: 4 hours ago

Submitted Poems 243 total

Alive with the memory of her husband. Alive with the memory of her husband. I found a latter, from the attic of my house which was kept in a desk's drawer. It was a letter, of my grandfather which was kept with every care. My grandfather went to war. He had to face the... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	0 Views added 7 hours ago	Rating
I lost my passion. I lost my passion. I had passion to take snaps. Went to forest for taking photos of ferocious wilds. I went to deserts,mountains and also eyes soothing seas. Took number of photos. I sent few of them in exibition. Few were set in... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	0 Views added 19 hours ago	Rating
The love cycle. The love cycle. After the day break when the sun smiles and flirts with the earth. The brests of the water bodies are heated and the love is evaporated. Then it reaches to a certain height and the love is condensed. Romes like love sick... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	1 View added 1 day ago	Rating
The significant life. The significant life. The candle was burning . and shedding tears. As its life was ebbing away, it was crying. But it was spreading light in the dark room and removing the darkness Of the eerie night. The moon light,which was... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	4 Views added 1 day ago	Rating
The garland. The garland. I saw a pale,dry garland which was very seductive till the day break when it was used for bed of roses, now laying on the ground. The pedestrians were stepping on its body. It was trampled again and again. It was... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	0 Views added 2 days ago	Rating