Poet Soumendra Dutta Bhowmick's one poem

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If you remain silent days after days

           In front of my prayer,

The hostile weather always makes an inmate scene

Understanding the sex-poverty.

The neighbours feel my ill-luck

            As if a king most filthy!

 

If you elude the Roses of a

            Wilful shiny Lover,

The birds also stop their chattering,

Rather those think over the

              Unknown peculiar reasons

Which are stout and standing as Himalayas

Between hate and Love’s border

And no Sunny morn is visible only with patience

               For the Supreme’s Order.