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RANJIT KUMAR

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School days, oh so bright, Full of knowledge, full of light. Early mornings, books in tow, Ready to learn, ready to grow. Friends by our side, laughter in the air, Lessons to be learned, without a care. But when the bell rings, and the day is done, We look back, and realize we've just begun. Homework and tests, oh what a thrill, But the end is near, and we have the skill. Graduation nears, and we say goodbye, To school days, but the memories will never die. ©RANJIT KUMAR School Life Poem

School days, oh so bright, Full of knowledge, full of light. Early mornings, books in tow, Ready to learn, ready to grow. Friends by our side, laughter in the air, Lessons to be learned, without a care. But when the bell rings, and the day is done, We look back, and realize we've just begun. Homework and tests, oh what a thrill, But the end is near, and we have the skill. Graduation nears, and we say goodbye, To school days, but the memories will never die. ©RANJIT KUMAR School Life Poem

Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet

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The door closed ----------------------------------- Shukdeb Mazumder It's my home- roam about here in a romantic mood! Never will you suffer from any suffocation- there is an abundance of windows, but only one door the home has- the door is 'belief' through which you came into my home, and on which our love was formed firmly. All the windows will remain opened but the door is closed for ever. Love knows how to give a loved one an ample amount of freeness in the right state of relationship, but knows not- never knows very willingly how to give that very one the freedom by which the door of belief can be broken down. ©Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet The door closed by Shukdeb Mazumder

The door closed ----------------------------------- Shukdeb Mazumder It's my home- roam about here in a romantic mood! Never will you suffer from any suffocation- there is an abundance of windows, but only one door the home has- the door is 'belief' through which you came into my home, and on which our love was formed firmly. All the windows will remain opened but the door is closed for ever. Love knows how to give a loved one an ample amount of freeness in the right state of relationship, but knows not- never knows very willingly how to give that very one the freedom by which the door of belief can be broken down. ©Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet The door closed by Shukdeb Mazumder