Anasuya Bardhan
Abstract
Your lines
Are so beautiful
And deep.
I wonder
What made your
Heart bleed.
Faded Love
Fragrance Or ...
Would Yet Try...
Relationship
Life. Love. W...
Poetry And Li...
Falls Of love
Move On
A Writer's Lo...
Dear Spring!
The poem is dedicated to all the wonderful moms. The poem is dedicated to all the wonderful moms.
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
The poem describes the smell of her mother's scent and the memories with it. The poem describes the smell of her mother's scent and the memories with it.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.
But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.
MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...
The poem shows how there were love and care in the past generation. The poem shows how there were love and care in the past generation.
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
The poem shows that memories are the treasure of life. The poem shows that memories are the treasure of life.
The poem describes the process of metamorphosis. The poem describes the process of metamorphosis.
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
The poem is a humble request to God to give strength. The poem is a humble request to God to give strength.
We can reveal the child within only to a person who can handle the child in us. We can reveal the child within only to a person who can handle the child in us.
The poem is a daydreamer and dreams of a better world. The poem is a daydreamer and dreams of a better world.
As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if it’s just to let it ... As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if ...
But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.