Kashmir-the Woman

Kashmir the Woman prose poem

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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…

 

(This poem is dedicated to every woman in all communities of Jammu & Kashmir and poet Andrea Dietrich)

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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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It is not uncommon for poetry to render satirically local situations obtaining in one’s country. @Surajit_Dahalandipgoswami your nationalistic fervor shows artistically enough. The message is well said.

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