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BELOVE by Mridula Bhattacharjee
Beloveing my mother land is Barak
Touching valley green and my
Mother land tea garden
Culture and my blood fling
Love of flowers garden playing
Birds & butterflies all over time
Beloveing my mother land.
© Mridula Bhattacharjee
I SAW by Mridula Bhattacharjee
I saw you at the top of hills
I saw you in the morning air
I saw in the green area of bonani ( garden)
I saw nature’s sunshine in the yard
I saw the morning mist on the wet grass
I saw the stars standing on the horizon
In the afternoon, where you stand waiting
For the end of midnight in pure love.
© Mridula Bhattacharjee.
THE MIRROR by Mridula Bhattacharjee
I see the sounds of day and night in the mirror
Constant handshake of the face and mask!
Even while walking through the darkness
Every city in the world, people were still walking
Some people go behind the words in a numb manner!
Every hour is like an empty time standing in front of you
The pendulum of time swings in an unsteady sound;
Words that are kept inside the fire of Tus
Curves constantly draw the street of darkness
Every man walks in a lifeless yard
Across the broken dream sticks, the longing and the cry of survival
But every day and night is just a story !
© Mridula Bhattacharjee
WAR by Mridula Bhattacharjee
War never allows people to live well
War cannot keep a country and its people safe
War can never bring peace
War only destroys countries.
Devastated the people of the country
Destroying the beautiful fairness of the future.
Bringing peace by forgetting the difference of violence
Identify people with good intelligence.
The identity of the well being of the citizens
Of a beautiful and clean country.
Protection of the state and protection of citizens,
The establishment of development
and peace is a beautiful idea
for the future of every country.
So forget the difference lay down
the weapons of violence,
The bond of love is the world
A message of peace in the countryard
©® Mridula Bhattacharjee. Silchar. 26/07/2
Bio
Mridula Bhattacharya hails from the Bhuban velley tea Garden in the picturesque Cachar district of Assam form India.
She is the daughter of Late Mangala Bhattacharya and Late Rakesh Ranjan Bhattacharya.
She born in 1976 month of 30 August.
Her educational journey began in a village school & College. With hard work and determination, she successfull graduated, setting the stage for her writing endeavors.
Mridula’s passion for writing began during her childhood, and this creative spark has stayed with her throughout her life. Since 1997-98. She has been a prolific writer, contributing poems , story and articles to various daily newspapers and magazines. Her literary works have also found their way into numerous small magazines, expanding her reach and influence.
To date, Mridula has authored and published 11 no of the books, showcasing her dedication to the written word and her ability to connect with readers.
In addition to her literary pursuits, Mridula Bhattacharya is a respected journalist with a local daily newspaper in Silchar. Her multifaceted career has allowed her to make a significant impact on the literary and journalistic landscape of Assam.
