Life

Life prose poem

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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 . ”

( Father means BABA, BABAI and Mother means MAA in Bengali language . Gurujee means spiritual master in Indian society )

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Bengali author and poem writer. He lives at Nabadwip, India. He is not a popular author. But he is an author of them who have wounded big hearts and high thinking brains.Founder: 1. Nabadwip Sahitya Samaj 2. Sara Bangla Little Magazine Editors and Writers Forum. 3. Shikshak Sudarson Goswami Smriti Sangsad. 4. Saraswat Bromho Sreeguru Mission.SANDIP GOSWAMI's Works:Written: 1. Twenty Five years in poetry (Kabitay ponchish Bachhor) 2. Poetry of Injured fire (Ahoto Aguner Kabita) 3. Universal Constitution (Sarbojanin Sangbidhan) 4. Hundred Thoughts and way (Eksho Sandipani o Path) 5. A Selected Collection of Bengali Poetry (Nirbachito Bangla Kabita) 6. Poetry of an Indian (English Version) 7. Epic of Time (English Version)Introduction & Assist: 1. Theater history of Nadia (Nadiyar Natyacharcha: Sekal - Ekal,1509 A.D - 2011 A.D) 2. Theater history of Nabadwip (Nabadwiper Natyacharcha: Sekal - Ekal)Bengali version
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