|
Details |
Sandip Goswami Poem
I asked to my father
Baba, What is life ?
He politely said to me, " Life is Duty . "
I asked to my mother
Maa, What is life ?
She said to me with smile, " Life is Responsibility . "
I asked to my teacher
Sir, What is life ?
He said to me with love, " Life is Education . "
I asked to my spiritual master
Gurujee, What is life ?
He said to me with confidence, " Life is Devotion . "
Today my son who reads in class nine
Asked me
Babai, What is life ?
I have said to him, " Dear, You are my life . "
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
( Father means BABA, BABAI and Mother means MAA in Bengali language . Gurujjee means spiritual master in Indian society )
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Sandip Goswami Poem
The girl is an ultra-modern scholar,
Belongs with an upper-middle class family.
Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly.
She reads M.A in English at Presidency University.
She is assimilating to the ideas of Shakespeare,
Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron...
Fluently speaks English, loves cricket.
Shoulders are shaken by expression.
She cries alone, laughs with everyone....
The girl is very good.
The boy is a post-modern educated son of a lower-middle class family.
He studies M.A in Bengali at Calcutta University.
He is assimilating to the routes of Vaishnab literature,
Ideas of Bharatchandra, Rabindranath Tagore, Nazrul, Jibanananda...
Writes poems, sings song, loves football.
He walks on the high-street and observes people.
He laughs alone, listens to everyone...
The boy is very good.
They are attracted by the opposite personality!
The girl wants that her lover will be a modern man.
The boy thinks that his lover will become as the mind of his.
They are changing silently
Losing individuality.
Time flows.
Love goes to another address...
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Sandip Goswami Poem
Looked at the outside of steel window
Around in the dark, awesome feelings into the mid-night air
What the news was brought in the feelings!
Eyes of the orphan cat was flaming on the corridor.
Waiting for the light in the window
Dark vision comes down into my eyes by cycle-weariness
Down from one circle to another circle in time-blindness
Who stands here, the Islamic old man!
Frustrated vision!
History of terrorism was carved on his burnt body
He wants to say something!
A white-complexioned Christian young man stands into the neighbor circle,
Surprised eyes!
White-skinned history was printed on his blood-stained body
He wants to know something!
A dark-colored Hindu boy stands into the third circle,
Illusive vision!
History of third world is awakened on his envenomed body
He wants a little smile!
The old man, young man and boy are coming forward from the circles
Great distance... Near ...in front the room...
Who are you? No reply
They disappear into the tuberose equipped black and white photo of my father
Dad is smiling, I am senseless!
Tears are dropping from the eyes of our cat on the corridor.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Sandip Goswami Poem
Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature
It lifted me above all mire dark and dense.
Kashmir is the divine smile
It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense.
Kashmir is the sorrow
It showed me a combined pain of poverty, corruption and terrorism.
Kashmir is the beautiful helpless unmarried woman.
Whose neighbors are trying to capture her body not sweet heart.
Kashmir is the paradise on earth without dream...
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
( THE POEM IS DEDICATED TO EVERY WOMAN IN ALL COMMUNITIES OF JAMMU & KASHMIR AND POET ANDREA DIETRICH )
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Sandip Goswami Poem
Mother Teresa
She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people...
Always we remember the great news
'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.'
It was one of the best moment in our life...
She lived in our city Kolkata (Calcutta) .
She ate our Bengali foods.
She loved us so much...
One day, I was twelve years old
I met her at Mother House along with my parents.
I looked at her heavenly eyes.
I touched her sacred feet and hands.
I heard her divine speeches.
I love her innocent smile.
I told her only the sentences,
'You are the mother of the world,
Mother of my parents.
So you are my grandmother.'
My father hesitated. My mother was silent.
Mother Teresa said to me with smile,
'GOD BLESS YOU MY SON'
Today my eyes are full of tears
Mother, I miss you.
I love you so much....
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
(Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic religious congregation, which in 2012 consisted of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countries. They run hospices and homes for people with HIV/AIDS, leprosy and tuberculosis; soup kitchens; dispensaries and mobile clinics; children's and family counselling programmes; orphanages; and schools. Members of the institute must adhere to the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience, and the fourth vow, to give "wholehearted free service to the poorest of the poor".
Mother Teresa was the recipient of numerous honours including the 1979 Nobel Peace Prize. In 2003, she was beatified as "Blessed Teresa of Calcutta". A second miracle credited to her intercession is required before she can be recognised as a saint by the Catholic Church.)
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Sandip Goswami Poem
They are not rich.
They have no car.
They have no fat.
They have no dream.
They are not so-called educated persons.
They are not news.
They are struggling for existence.
They have not any exceed of life
Which is poison.
They live with their old parents.
They have innocent smile and intuition.
They created their poor house as rich home.
They are my celebrities.
But I am not communist.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Sandip Goswami Poem
We are learning lessons.
But why?
We don't know!
We are visiting holy places.
But why?
We don't know!
We are reading holybooks.
But why?
We don't know!
We are writing poetry.
But why?
We don't know!
We are making atomic weapons.
But why?
We don't know!
We are falling in love.
But why?
We don't know!
We are living in the world.
But why?
We don't know!
We are thinking thoughts.
But why?
We don't know!
We are human beings.
But why?
We don't know!
We know nothing about life,
Although we are conscious people.
'Why' is an unanswered adverb in our life..
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2017
|
Details |
Sandip Goswami Poem
A true poet knows
What is the pain of another poet!
Poem-writers don't understand the gravity.
They make a noise.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
(The poem is dedicated to the honorable administrators of Poetry Soup)
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Sandip Goswami Poem
Are you educated?
Have you injured heart?
Have you purified brain?
Do you believe in truth?
Are you alone?
Do you seek problematic truth, solvable truth, real magic?
Are you a secular person?
Do you believe in democracy?
If your answers are YES...
You have poetic mind.
You are the reader of poetry.
You are the real minority in the world.
Keep patience.
The earth is moving.
It is proved that new history is created by the minorities.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Sandip Goswami Poem
A man lives without literature
And an another man wears no garments
Both are naked in the world.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2015
|
|