FRIENDS

The first year passed by,
This has been one of the best years of my student life.
This poem is dedicated to my college friends out there,
Who made me feel at over here.

Thanks for the precious time you gave me,
And due regards for being so friendly.
Oh! the gala time we spent,
And not to forget the fun we had.

Thanks to all my freinds who helped me in my study,
Please always be there when I am in any difficulty.
Thanks for standing by my side,

I will always remain indebted for your support during my hardtimes.

Thanks for bearing with me,
And hearing my boring poems patiently.
Sorry for sometimes being short tempered,
And thus thanks for understanding my nature.

When I was in need,
You all proved to be friends indeed.
Remain the way you all are,
Thus lets be friends forever.

BHAROTBORSHER BOYOSH KOTO??

Ke bole amar boyosh hajar-ponchash(1050)?
Sobe to ami holam sat(60).
Aage chilam poradhin-
Ei to sobe holam sadhin.
Akhon sobai kebol bharoter,
Aage chilam golam britishder.
Hoyeche kotojoner amar buke soshon,
Koto ma,meye,bon koreche rodon,
Akhon abar sei deshe tei sobar joton.
Amar jonyo diyechen nijo jaan-
Khudiram,netaji hariyechilen nijo pran,
Tobe aaj ami sadhin,
Amar buke nei karo odhin.
Tobu aajo meteni dukkho-
Onath,bekar,gorib-der akhono boro koshto.
Tai akhono onek dekha baki-
Asha kori jano sara jibon sadhinbhabe beche thaki.

THE SCAVENGER'S LIFE

Once a boy named mack-
Always carried a rubbish filled sack,
Causing an extremely swollen back,
But still everyday ran on the same track,
In search of more and more garbage.
He is only of age ten-
But does not know how to hold a pen.
Always running about in the heat and rain-
With a feeling of pain,
In the process what are his gains??
With no idea about education.
The boy runs in search of money-
To feed his mother and brother Sunny.
For them he sacrifices his own childhood,
To fulfill the duties of brotherhood,
But still strugges to get food,
Thus it is a distressed livelihood.
The boy is filled with imagination,
And has a burning sensation,
To fulfill his daring ambition,
But the conditions are a big threat-
To do something great.
So he has to satisfy himself with the present,
Unable to make his life descent,
Surviving as a scavenger-
With the whole mean world as a stranger,
Thus with no future ahead-
The boy can be said to be alive but dead.

EXAM PHOBIA!!!!!!!

OH! NOT AGAIN!!!

I told my mother I had fever-
I thought it might be severe-
But I did not have high temperature-
Complained my concerned mother!!
But it was not normal fever-
It was examination fever,
A thought of which makes me feel bitter.
The pressure is so high-
I think I am going to die.
The books of physics and chemistry,
Filled with loads of mystery.
Oh! the circuits of electronics,
And ofcourse not to forget the sums of mechanics.
Why should there be examination?
It only brings fear and tension.
Exams are a fear for me-
Which makes me have a temperature of 103!
Let there be no examination-
And enjoy life and education.
So please!please!please!
Can't we do away with erxamination??

THE PITCH CALLED LIFE

Pitch is where we play cricket-
And for success try save our wicket.
Life is too a pitch where we face barriers-
Where one has to overcome them to build careers.
Life is filled with risk,fun and fear,
Pitch is too full of twists,turn and danger.
The pitch may last for five days-
But no one knows life would last for how many days.
Life is full of ups and downs,
Like the dust bowl of Wankhede Cricket Ground.
Life too is full of fear and danger,
Like the pitch of WACA which fills every batsman with terror.
Life may be a smooth one,
Like the placid pitch of Multan.
Surprises too are a part of life,
Like the fifth day pitcfh where batsmen find difficult to thrive.
Life is a like a pitch with stiff bounce,
Like the one in Brisbane Cricket Ground.
Ultimately ones stay at the pitch comes to an end,
Likewise death signifies life's end.

MOTHER NATURE

Oh! How beautiful you are!
You are the God's greatest gift by far.
Your sight is so pleasing,
Your love,affection is so sooothing.
Oh! The Great Nature-
Thanks for all these pleasures.
How attractive is your greenery-
So please never be angry.
The sight black clouds and thunder,
Fills our heart with fear.
Oh! The Great Mother Nature-
You are our most precious treasures.
But there is no more greenery-
The world is full of misery.
Gone are the sights of flowers-
Instead common are the upcomming towers.
All these only lead to pollution-
Is there no solution??
Oh! The Great Mother Nature-
How can we save u for our future?

MANUSH OMANUSH

Manobjati naki sobche advanced-
Tara naki sob theke cultured-
Tai to tara sobsomoy korche jhogra-
Aar Parliamente srishtikore nityo tamasha.
Tai boli manush-
Akhono omanush.
Maush hoi porer dukkhe kushi-
Niriho manushder khun kore se hoi othe khuni-
Niger peter jonyo se lok thokai-
Shokolke se boka banai.
Tai boli manush-
Akhono omanush.
Voter aage netara "helper"-
Aar pore! kebol matro "stranger"-
Voter aage tara bole-"AMI SOMAJSEBOK"-
Aar pore "Ami tomader shoshok".
Tai barbar boli manush-
Akhono omanush.
Manush chineche sudhu matro ortho-
Se jane kebol nijo sartho-
Poisai tar porichiti-
Aar doya,sahajyo-seguli abar ki??
Tai abar boli manush -
Akhono amanush.