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🧠 The Brain, The Home, and The Balance Poem The brain — commander of all, Conductor of silence and call, Threefold it stands, parts divine, Each with its duty, steady in line. Yet, who does the brain depend on? Silent whispers, the body has drawn; Organs falter, diseases grow, But why they fail, we do not know. The brain seeks never its own despair, Still illness strikes from earth and air; If the brain falls — all ends with it, If an organ falls — we cut and split. At home too, a leader must rise, Not husband nor wife in disguise, But one clear brain — balanced, bright, Healthy, wealthy, and wise in light. When wisdom fades, imbalance reigns, The family crumbles, love feels chains; So the brain within the home must be, A guide to joy, in unity. Shielded in skull, with sacred parts, The brain demands both strength and arts; Through yoga deep, the cells revive, Oxygen makes new thoughts alive. Sit and sway, with open eyes, Learn by heart — let wisdom rise; Then write anew from l...

--- 🌿 Poem "Whispers of the Kidneys" Two beans of life, resting beneath the chest, left a little higher, right a little less— yet both sing the same song, filtering rivers of blood in silent rhythm. Water flows like blessing, yet too much may wound the stone; balance is the secret river, balance is the hidden throne. If one sleeps, the other wakes, carrying double burdens, a faithful twin. We know— one alone can hold our life. So I dream— why not let them rest in turns? Walk from the right, write with the right, lie on the right— let the left awaken in its quiet duty. Yoga calls— bend, fold, breathe, attach the knee to chest, let stillness touch the hidden springs. Honey after meal, water after waiting, saliva upon the back— small mysteries of care. The kidneys whisper: "We are humble, we are hidden, yet we keep your world clean. Honor us, live in rhythm, walk with balance, and we shall serve you for as long as breath allows." --- ✨ English Analysis This poem blend...

--- 🌿 Poem "Song of Healing Cells" Cancer is a shadow, a whisper of cells gone astray, they invade, they wander, yet they began as part of us. The question is not always why, but how to return harmony— to cure, to calm, to change the storm back into still water. Abnormal cells stand apart, yet normal cells wait, stronger when nourished by the gifts of nature. Honey—pure, golden, eternal, taken with care, morning and noon, but never at the fall of evening. The sun, a healer, its gentle rays cradle the body, thirty minutes of warmth, Vitamin D turning weakness to strength, and the restless cells lose their power to spread. Exercise, the rhythm of life— running, working, breathing with force, mouth closed, breath deep, oxygen flows, and disease finds no home. Yoga, the stillness of being— walking slowly, standing quietly, reciting the verses of the heart. The eyes, too, must learn to rest and move. Thus the body remembers balance, the spirit remembers light, and where oxygen fi...

. --- ✨ Poem "The Float of the Body" When appendix turns to pain, We call it appendicitis. It stirs the body, Hurts the heart, Even life may fade away. We know its cause, We know its time, Yet cannot protect it always. So doctors cut, Remove the float, From the river of our flesh. But I believe— Appendix is not useless. At first, A gentle ache whispers On the right side of the belly. Some take pills, Some change food, Some drink water lightly at noon. Later they fill the stomach, Later they bend their knees, Chest to thigh, Seeking comfort in posture. The best yoga: Sit on the back thigh, Fold the left beneath the right, Raise the right heel, Hold for ten minutes, Three times a day. At last, I say with faith— Appendix is like a fishing float: Its trembling signals, That something unseen Waits beneath the surface. --- 🔎 Analysis (English) This poem transforms medical fact into metaphor. The appendix, often dismissed as “useless,” is here imagined as a fishing float—a delicate...

🌿 The Secret of White Hair We all have known the silver strand, That whispers softly, “time is at hand.” We think with age the color will fade, Till all black locks turn to white parade. A vessel of white seems older still, Though the heart inside is young and will. The shame they feel, they try to hide, With chemical dyes on every side. But dyes, though bright, are poisons near, They bring tomorrow’s hidden fear. Few ask the cause, the truth, the core, Why black hair fades, what lies in store. Melanin lost—the reason clear, The pigment gone, the white appears. Yet melanin does much more, you see, It guards our health, immunity. So care for it, in simple ways, Not chemicals, but nature’s rays. The morning sun, the honey sweet, Soft silt for hair, so pure, complete. Not shampoos false, but gentle tea, Three days a week—it sets hair free. Thus wisdom grows, if we repair, The hidden secret of white hair. --- 🔎 English Analysis This poem explores the mystery of white hair, not only as a ...

🌾 The Sparrow, the Crow, and the King of the Forest Poetic Version On a farmer’s roof one sunny day, Wheat and chilies were spread in array. A net was laid to catch small birds, A sparrow saw, without many words. On the way, a crow did meet, “Where are you going, little one, sweet?” The sparrow thought, friend may deceive, So a clever reply it did weave. “I go to kill you,” the sparrow lied, The crow then laughed and thus replied: “Let’s have a contest, let’s both compete, Who spoils more chilies with their beak?” The crow had won, the sparrow was caught, But the sparrow was clever, quick in thought. “First wash your beak, for chilies burn, Or pain in your stomach you soon will learn.” The crow then sought the river’s grace, But the river refused with stern face: “If fox and dog drink, that is their way, But you are different — go away.” The crow then searched from place to place, A pot from the potter, some soil to trace. The ox refused, the dog demanded, The cow was hungry, empty-ha...

🌿 The Heart’s Gentle Discipline A heart that beats with steady song, Keeps the spirit forever young. Age is not the years we live, But the strength our heart can give. At forty, if the heart grows weak, Fear of life begins to speak. “Shall I fall? Shall I die?”— Such dark clouds fill the sky. Doctors guide with gentle care, “Eat with wisdom, beware! Take your medicine, guard each breath, Or face the surgeon’s sharpened death.” Yet hope remains, a healing art, Simple practice to guard the heart. Do not let your hands just fall, Place them close, protect them all. On chest, on belly, on thighs they rest, Giving the heart a tender test. Stand, then bend, then sit with grace, Palms on body, a healing place. Morning light and evening glow, Repeat the rhythm, soft and slow. Ten times daily, this you keep, Your heart will strengthen, never sleep. --- English Analysis This poem reflects the philosophy that youth is not measured by age, but by the vitality of the heart. A person may be young a...

🙏🌿🙏🌿:🙏🌿🙏🌿🙏🌿:🙏🌿🙏🌿🙏 "The Boy, The Cow, and the Sky" I earned a little by giving tuitions, Dreamed of a life with wealth’s confessions. With coins I gathered, I went one day, To buy a cow in the market’s way. 🙏🌿🙏🌿:🙏🌿🙏🌿🙏🌿:🙏🌿🙏🌿🙏 A weak cow stood, for that’s all I could own, I tied it with rope by a tree alone. It grazed the grass, so bright, so free, I went back home with breakfast and glee. 🙏🌿🙏🌿:🙏🌿🙏🌿🙏🌿:🙏🌿🙏🌿🙏 I dreamed of milk, of wealth untold, A shining future, a life of gold. The sun was bright, though rains were near, I walked with hope, with heart sincere. 🙏🌿🙏🌿:🙏🌿🙏🌿🙏🌿:🙏🌿🙏🌿🙏 But thunder roared, the skies would cry, I left my books, my tuitions by. I ran to the field, my breath was fast, And saw my cow had breathed its last. 🙏🌿🙏🌿:🙏🌿🙏🌿🙏🌿:🙏🌿🙏🌿🙏 I wept, I mourned, my heart did break, Such loss a tender soul can’t take. Yet as my tears fell to the ground, Rupees from heaven came tumbling down. 🙏🌿🙏🌿:🙏🌿...

🌅 The Path to Health, Wealth, and Wisdom Wake before the rising sun, Two hours early, day’s begun. Clean your mouth, your hands, your face, With gentle care and steady grace. Move your body, slow, with ease, Half an hour in the morning breeze. Sing a song or read a rhyme, Free the mind from knots of time. Rest a while, then rise again, Lightly move—release the strain. Read and write till dawn’s first ray, Sip your tea and greet the day. When the sun has climbed the skies, Turn to work with steady eyes. Labor strong till midday’s call, Lunch, then rest—a moment small. If no duty claims your hand, Do what’s needless, still you stand. Never idle, keep the flame, Activity shall crown your name. Evening comes—before you dine, Stretch and move, the body shine. Eat with peace, but never haste, Let your food in stillness taste. Do not rush to sleep’s embrace, Let the body find its place. Follow thus, both firm and true, Health and wealth will come to you. --- ✨ Analysis (English) This poem em...

--- ✨ Poem “The Two Ways of Relationship” When we struggle, through hardship and fire, to build a bond with someone, or something— it blooms into peace, into joy, into lasting profit, an eternal spring. But when bonds arrive too easily, without sweat, without fight— they poison the heart, bringing sorrow, bringing pain, bringing endless grief. Exercise— a friend we win only through struggle. Yet medicine— a guest who comes too quickly, too easily, and stays forever as a burden. --- ✍️ Analysis (English) This poem contrasts two kinds of relationships: those formed through hardship and effort, and those gained too easily. The poet suggests that struggle gives meaning, value, and long-term joy, while what comes without effort often brings harm and dependency. Exercise, though difficult at first, rewards us with lifelong health. Medicine, though easily available, signals weakness and often becomes a chain. Philosophically, it points to an eternal truth: value is born of struggle. That whic...

✍️ English Poem “The Fever and the Faith” At seven we returned, the day grown dim, I asked for tea, but strength grew slim. The fever’s fire began to rise, With burning heat beneath the skies. For twenty years, no pill I take, Through exercise, my cures I make. But fear of corona filled the air, My wife beside me, in silent care. Honey, sunlight, water warm, Eggs and motion—my healing form. Yet that night, I chose instead, Her gentle hands, my palms she spread. Hot water sipped, with quiet breath, I laid in rest, defying death. For in that peace, the body finds, Immunity’s strength, the cure of minds. Three days passed, the storm was gone, The faith within had carried on. Not medicine, but trust and will, The fever bowed, the soul stood still. --- ✨ English Analysis This poem transforms your experience into a lyrical journey of illness, fear, and natural healing. Theme of Faith vs. Fear: The fear of corona was real, but faith in your own knowledge and your wife’s support overcame it. N...

Covid19 or corona is unknown virus.It enter into a person whose emunity power is stronger than other person.After entering into a person it starts to fight against  the emunity power.  It doesn't break into verious portion until it makes emunity weak.Verious portion of corona virus get energy from emunity  and become strong. Then they come out to attack other persons.To complete this process  it needs at least three days.  Activity  of medicine is to cure  disease  not to fight against covid19. Every medicine  poses chemical or alcohol which helps to carry on medicine to the disease  for which it is made.Corona is a virus not  a  disease. To get energy it attacks emunity from which it gets energy which  helps it to make  many many corona from one corona. Whenever emunity power become weak then disease become strong and whenever emunity power become strong then disease become weak Almost all persons are the ...

In the morning we caught a bus for returning home at Domdom.we didn't get any seat so we were standing in the bus. At kalyani we got a seat and I offered it to my daughter so she got the opportunity to sit. But I stayed at the same condition. Before reaching ranaghat one person offered his seat though he came down at krishnanagar. When I reached at krishnanagar I felt fevarish but I didn't  give any chance to anyone to understand my situation. Because other passengers might be think of corona's affect.

✍️ English Poem “Echoes of Kolkata” At midnight’s call, we reached the place, My son in Haji House found his space. Upon the mat, I closed my eyes, And memories rose like silent skies. I saw the day of youthful flight, Kolkata first, my heart’s delight. Around 1990, with friends I came, The city alive, never the same. Now streets have changed, the buildings new, Yet monuments whisper a timeless view. Old temples stand, the graves still speak, History’s breath in the present we seek. So oft I walk where ages blend, To keep my spirit strong till end. For memory roots the soul so deep, And in those echoes, strength we keep. --- ✨ English Analysis Theme: The poem is about memory, nostalgia, and the connection between past and present through historical places. Time Contrast: 1990 Kolkata vs. present Kolkata—roads and buildings change, but monuments and temples remain. Philosophy: Visiting old places is not just travel; it is a way to refresh mental energy, linking memory with identity. Mes...

After getting  tickets I became happy though I had paid more than original fair because I was dreaming of my home. Now my tears are falling continuously remembering that day's episode. my daughter asked to go to latrin to urinate so I went to latrin with my daughter. Latrin was to close then.so I requested the latrin keeper again and again.But he didn't agree otherwise he ordered you may go  or call police. I said brother, I did not nead police , I nead latrin, please, please help me. If he gave me chance to use latrin than no  harmful condition   which I am narrating now  occurred.  When some culprit men behave to women as dog, we heard this news  on T.V.chanel or read on news paper. But when men give their seats to standing women in bus or in train, no article focus in the same manner. It may be  the cause some men behave like that latrin keeper  to women  or girls.However  taking permission from conductor we  wer...