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Agrita Ghosh Poem
I'm the one who rose up like a strom from the ashes of her child's remains
I'm the one who rose up for every single drop of blood my brother shed
Thy sacrifices have made me stronger than ever
Those vandalized villages of mine has raged the fire of hatred within for the enemy
I the enlightened one have found the path of freedom I won't return till victory
I have seen those naked hurt feets of the orphans
I have seen broken widows
I have seen dying mothers
I have seen the darkness of the dungeons engulfing the freedom to live
I will be their Phoenix of light and bring freedom in the form of an epic poetry
I, immersed in the river of blood, will sing the glory of freedom till my last
O my country men not anymore am I the damsel in distress rather I stand side by side of thy self fighting for our freedom
My voice have voiced millions of women
My hands have held millions of my country men
We walk together breaking the shackles of pain and slavery
O my country men, brothers of mine, I have changed for the best, I the enlightened one
I the enlightened woman have found the path out of misery I won't return till victory
Copyright © Agrita Ghosh | Year Posted 2025
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Agrita Ghosh Poem
The art of living is just like light and shadow
Both are beautiful in their own way
One is what we seek when we have the other
In light we search shadows for coolness and in shadows we seek light for warmth
If the light is the feeling of beginning afresh then the shadow is the feeling of nostalgia
Light mirrors the life itself bright, full of hopes and opportunities while the shadows represent the beauty of death dark, peaceful and relaxing
Wherever there is light it is always accompanied by the shadows
Copyright © Agrita Ghosh | Year Posted 2025
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