Bordua - Birthplace of Sri Sri Srimanta Sankardeva

Borduwa is the birthplace of Sri Sri Srimanta Sankardeva (1449 - 1568). He was a saint – scholar, social and religious reformer and a very famous personality in the cultural and religious history of Assam. His contributions in the field of literature and religion are now considered as the most vital possession in Assam today. He established many Xotros (Sattras - kind of monasteries), which are now the reservoir of the rich culture of Assam.
At the age of twelve, he wrote his first verse.

karatalakamala kamaladalanayana |
bhavadavagahana gahanavanasayana ||

On the way to Bangalore to Goa

Modern poetry is accepted if written better

"Modern poets seem primarily obsessed with using too intellectually ornate language (presumably to impress their academic scholars) which goes straight over the heads of the book buying public and alienates the majority of their potential audience. The public need something that they can relate to. There is nothing "new" on offer that captures the imagination, nothing to encourage, to inspire nor indeed (writing as an amateur poet myself) for us to aspire to. Andrew Motion's efforts to bring poetry to the fore deserve high praise, particularly given the material he has to work with. But the danger is that the public, will pick up a book by a modern poet deemed to be "good" only because it is better than the rest on offer, and will not look twice the next time a genuinely "good" poet is recommended to them."

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Hanger

The shirt hanger is so essential in my life.
For me, this hanger is so close to my heart.
This hanger holds tight my shirts always
Red shirts, blue shirts and black shirts too.
Shirts with one pocket,
Shirts with two pockets.

Sometimes a button gets detached
Sometimes two, from the shirts.
But the hanger doesn’t let shatter
My shirt’s existence.

And when the ceiling fan of my room
Starts moving,
The shirt shows its unstableness
It dances like a shameless.
But the hanger doesn’t let it fall down.

Today I don’t find enough words
In my library, to express the love for you.
Hanger, you are so close to me.

Why do I Love you

I love you a lot,
Coz you are beautiful.
However, like whom, you are beautiful?

You are not beautiful as life,
You do not seem to be beautiful as your soul too.
You are not beautiful as the green leaf
And you are not beautiful as your own picture too.

If being beautiful is eye’s ocean
And if beauty is lip’s opium
Then you are not at all beautiful.

But I wonder always, as I love you…
May be coz, you are beautiful
A beauty of your own.