http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ujjal21mandal The original writings of author Ujjal Mandal en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776358714 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The colour has no caste no religionJust fetterless as a crowned pigeon,The sun never marks any divisionWhat's red, green, black or saffron.All the colour is a single entity,Like the author's artistic creativity;And upon the asleep cityThe moon mirrors itself - the beauty.The colour is a life of how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2883140/ RAM is the incarnation of love,Fill your arid heart with the springsOf tears.He is the sword shining in the battleground,Bend your head upon His feet.The mind is the vast sea without shore,Beg Him to have the divine flower.The lifting wave is His spirit,Let your sins off into it.There is no more bea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2876142/ It was a winter evening, the sun had to go early.I could hear the cry of our dear cat, his sunken eyes wishedto tell a pathetic story, steps tattered and wished tosay-''I am too exhausted to walk''.His broken voicereminded me the broken string of my heart thatI played oneday,he hid the thick tearsbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2870707/ (Dedicated to Shyama Ma Kali, Ganguria) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2869112/ This poem is dedicated to my little mother Misti (Daughter of my elder brother-Dibesh Mandal) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2868732/ That night the moon was not distinct.I had to stop my cart in the forest,not enough light to run.It was then midnight.I felt sleepy and at sudden ableary figure passed by me;I made a quick run to and fro but fell�"and I heard someone came flying onthe skeletal branches�"a dar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2867840/ We need WordsworthTo save our beautiful earthWho found God in NatureAnd worshipped the creatureHe grasped humanity as his ownFor which he was born.We need TagoreIn today's moment of horrorHe taught how to conquer over fearHere and there we can hearThe shrill cry of hungry vulturesThe blood-eater cre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2863260/ Beauty of mind can keep you blitheAs flowers never the fragrance aside,You matched her eyes with the pearlAnd would say Oh my sweet girl,You named her lips 'Sweet Rose'Without being observed so close,Her cheeks you'd say green appleI'm sure wouldn't you know for sale,After years now she's turned old.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2854109/ The beauty you have is endlessNot satisfied watching you all days.In all objects O mother, I feel youAs the grass takes a bath with dew,When the birds are chirping on the treeThe darkness is dispelled and let them free,When the petal expands the heartIn no time I draw the beautiful art,The busy bees.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2845566/ We believe in good things easilyBut hard to confide in bad ones,(Beauty tells us the jovial storyBut often it throws the dark raysInto our smiling face.)We know if the flowersBloom, they must give sweet fragranceTo the air, but we often forgetSome are odorless. Some flowers whichBloom beyond our vis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2844233/ Life, the Thrill of InfatuationWhat you had yesterday thatI have today and whatI have today That must be yours tomorrow. We have been madeSolely to perform on stage In well and woe. Just think...What if we were not born?We'd not feel the Gentle touch of mother, The swee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2844022/ A dead tree looks like a stone Of thousand years black, fissured and tan-faced, But still no hopes to fall down:The secret is that she holds the invisibleBeauty steady and faithful.Although she is dead by body but Still alive in her warm sighs of beauty.To make the unseen beauty visib.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2843933/ A slice of smileCan cast thousand lightsOver the shadowOf snow-clad pain,The budding blossom ofHappiness is the smileWhere heart and mindCompose the songs togetherSitting under the flowering tree andIf the song of beauty is written once,Smile is everywhere!Happiness is everywhere! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2843882/ Humanity and manners give rays to life. The essay strikes a note of social equilibrium in its emphasis on human love against the caste of discrimination. The harmony of mankind and compassion will pro http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2843613/ A man has no end of his thought and desires. All desires are not fulfilled. They may cause harm to others. But a man, out of his gratitude rushes to fulfil his desires and kills or misshapes the beaut http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2843408/ A hug means a bit of peaceInside, forgetting all painA fragment of smile.A hug means arriving of springWhere bees and flowers absorbAll the attention to loving, When the moon shares her glowingLight with a dark night is a hug, Nothing but love can alterA cruel heart to a soft lotus. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2842403/ When spring arrives,A group of flowers enjoyTheir countenance andAs the day grows olderThey lose their incandescent looks.If they could know the collapseBefore the begetting,I hope they'd remain unborn.A child was obsessed withPlaying her dolls,Fortuitously a wooden wifeFell on, mother said:'The ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2842275/ Life is incompleteIf it is defined as:'Absent of poetry, and lackOf feelings'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2830166/ Ujjal Mandal, IndiaOn a spring morning the sweet smell of newly clad blossoms coated with dew and honey, I saw a maiden tugginga ivory comb through her longand smooth tressesbeneath a tree;I approached to her.Oh, she was more florescent than the moonof the night,Flowers stoop to her b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2819900/ A dry leave reminds us the pastglory of the tree,in the same way a lonely hearttells us the days of love fullof joy and happiness in the past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2812109/ Life is as tear drops of the morning.When the sun throws its warm kissAway to the drop,It becomes an invisible entity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2806798/ This poem is dedicated to Swami Girijatmananda Maharaj, an Indian sage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2799494/ Let me glitterlike morning dew on the tip of grassand make smooth all my edgesof sorrowlike a crystalline marble. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2793862/ Human should love the animals. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2772524/ Ujjal Mandal, IndiaI dream in the nightAnd I seek its mysteryIn the morning holdingThe rays of dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2765292/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2586509/ Ujjal Mandal, IndiaThe Hollow man makes most noiseOf ignorance than wisdomLike frenzied cloudsIn the sky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2488444/ Ujjal Mandal, IndiaOne day this beautiful worldWill remain as it is now,But we'll be not there as we are nowLike flowers bloom in Spring andShed in Winter.The flowers which embellishedThe tree oneday, somedaySuch flowers willLeave the treeIn solitude. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ujjal21mandal/2480590/