swarupbhattacharya263
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Submitted Poems 286 total

Curling smoke. Curling Smoke. You sore high like a bird with your black and white wings and you whispere in the ears of air, originates from a factory near. When you rest on the sky brest and paint it black, the polution level increses, vital power,the... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	0 Views added 12 hours ago	Rating
The goldflinch. The goldflinch. Till the end of the night, the earth was painted with black & silver colours but when the sun appeared the earth was again painted with gold flares. The fruits were turned into gold. The tree leaves were smeared with gold. ... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	0 Views added 23 hours ago	Rating
The mother tree. The mother tree. The air was blowing with a high velocity. Thrust of wind was accompanied with fierce howling. The three baby birds were silent in fear as the mother bird didn't return home. The nest was hidden in leaves on a branch ... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	0 Views added 1 day ago	Rating
Hope for changes. Hope for changes. The tree was standing naked as the last leaf fell on the ground. It was a solitary tree So the chilled air sighed. The tree was waiting for the spring which would cover her with leafy rob. She knew her helplessness so... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	2 Views added 2 days ago	Rating
My futile youth My futile youth. I weared away my youth in trifles as nature never appealed me. I never stooped and picked up when Robin bird dropped its feathers. My mind never appealed to gaze how the trees were drenching after a long draught in... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	0 Views added 2 days ago	Rating