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Why Love so Unfair?

   Why Love so Unfair? Those who can love And could find their halves Are fortunate Or so. Never they preach About oblivion they seek A soul mate on each bow. I, where careless tears shed To find a mere resolute, fade Into fanciful moisture_ Fumes of insecurity, Surreal Impasse lit it, Although for an emotional furniture! In vain I Cry For a thousand try, To love in back of what! With a face like Othello, In just Shakespeare, it’s mellow For Desdemona to spare a- ‘but!’. Hope is lulling And Age is calling, The seeker is a fake; Love is all, In it you fall Without a result to make. Just like this, My fellows beseech And Imagination of their own. It’s fatally rude For me to be crude! And state what is already known! Background - "A faded oil paint, considered an abstract, portrays the unpredictable love" The narration here is a normal guy, he just likes to state something that we already know. But the twist lies in his dialect, the imageries he used, and the comparison he detai...
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About Saptarshi

Saptarshi shines as Moon

Saptarshi Bhowmick is a thinker in his twenties. While he is studying, he also takes great interest in writing poems, and on a spur of different topics, he enlightens the subject matters with a little touch of sublime rhyme. If you took a little time in reviewing his poems, you will understand the jovial touch which I speak of!

Currently, he lives in a city called Berhampore where he explores his world with vast indigenous literature and culture. Many questions arise about his unique style of writing poems; some say it was his privilege, and others like to state it as playful as it sounds, but from the perspective of a reader he is an elegant fellow with an oddly charming armour of sounding imageries.

He has been published many times in local magazines. For his superb bilingual poems which draws attention, he is known in private poet's circles including "হাসনুহানা", "লহরী".

Though there are many controversies about his poems, he didn't stay trapped in his nominal identities. He has continued to strive for success in his literary spectrum and enlisted many times in International magazine's serialization. One of the significant ones is his piece, 'A Last Night' which was published in the Remembrance Edition of The Rainbow Poems, UK.

A Last Night by Saptarshi Bhowmick

His other poems in magazines-
  1. Tofu Ink Arts Press -
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"Many praises he gathered and many more he seeks, 

for that sole purpose he likes to write, scribe and plead."(Saptarshi Bhowmick)

 

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