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Contributors: Binayak Banerjee, Mousumi Ghosh , Sonnet Mondal, Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya

« Poems, to me, are not just powerful words or emotions recollected in tranquility. There are a purposeful, imaginative distance between the world and its inhabitants, between the poet and his reader, between you and me. » —Binayak Banerjee, Religion and Writing

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Seduced in the Sunderbans Blue above, blue beneath; waters and skies kiss at yonder point. A thick line stretches with flags of greenery, bold enough to sustain salty tides, as muddy lands, bronze in sunrays ... media_text	First poem not shown to Dad You couldn’t invest in real estate Nor buy posh cars Nor did you take us to tour in some lavish mountain or ocean But Opened your pot and fed us sweetmeats One by one every night... media_text	Indian Drums: History, Discovery, and Tradition There is no reveal of Tabla or Pakhwaj in primeval India. Also, talking about Pakhwaj and Mridangam in general, no principle difference can be put to paper regarding the use of these instruments in India. Beliefs and... media_text
Old Architecture media_image	Some of them Will dread to speak straight Maintain a distance between the cup and the lip Will scatter bits of politeness In a cauldron of arrogance And conclude that it's perfectly fine... Will find... media_text	Victoria Memorial media_image
Purana Qila media_image	Third Person Satish’s habit of reading the newspaper early in the morning was gone a long time ago. He had that urge when he had to dress up and go on duty, sitting in front of the wheel and narrating to his boss in a nutshell... media_text	Honeymoon She told me over the phone, ’Guess what, we went to Goa, ... A train-ride from Bombay, with mountains on one side And little villages on the other, intruded by A sublet of the sea. We... media_text
In front of Humayun's Tomb These mannequin fountains and servant lawns Preserve impressions Of iron hoofs and Mughal Juttis And that big dome you see, like a pyramid Covers impressions of the same bones And a legacy... media_text	Spices at the New Market media_image	Restraining to be a Binoy Majumdar They opened a window and their mouths they rinsed And spilled on their anger-laughter and cries thus cleansed And if they were in reach they’d have been beaten black n blue Let my kites lose their path... media_text

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