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✍️ English Poem “The Long Queue” At night we reached the depot gate, The last bus gone, we hoped on fate. A promise made, another ride, So in the line we chose to bide. One hour passed, no window stirred, Then forty men ahead conferred. Fifty stood still behind my back, Hope remained on the dim-lit track. The counter closed, again delay, The officer’s word had feet of clay. We left to eat, returned in haste, But still no time the keepers faced. At last, near midnight’s heavy air, A ticket came with patient care. Through pain, through wait, through weary fight, Success was born that endless night. Struggle alone is not the key, Nor rest alone can victory be. Together they form the hidden art, That lifts the will and strengthens heart. --- ✨ English Analysis Theme: The poem symbolizes life’s long struggles, using the metaphor of waiting for a bus ticket. Message: Success requires both endurance (struggle) and wisdom (timely rest/strategy). Neither alone is sufficient. Philosophy: Life is...

Examination was over My daughter came there  I stood where Washed her hands and mouth to be fresh. Quickly,  quality change  her examine dress. We were waiting for a bus It may be first or third class Is not to me a factor Heard shouting sound of conductor Quickly quickly take we seats understood those were lady seats So I stood up very quickly A lady said to wear mask properly After reading we taltala Took another bus for  Dharmatala. Mixed with unknown  persons in local bus at unknown place may be harmful to a person whose emunity power is very strong.Virus try to attack him as local dog attack to outside dog. Whenever such person attacked by viruses and succeed to defeat viruses then  his emunity power become more strong than before.

After talking bath we went to market to eat rice. Rice is the best food to us because we are bengali.After my daughter entered into the exam centre I was wandering from here to there thought my habit  is to sleep after launch  till the time what I have to waste.yet I didn't sleep because  I think after journey  if one do not sleep till night and try to wander then he may live long

✍️ English Poem “Two Paths of Faith” At my daughter’s gate I stood one day, Guardians gathered in gentle way. Their words were kind, their faces fair, Yet in my mind two roads were there. Theist and atheist—two streams flow, Both I honor, both I know. Faith in God, or reason’s light, Each has truth in its own right. But when one drifts from chosen side, And wears two masks the heart can’t hide, I cannot call that soul my friend, For falsehood harms where truths should blend. So I walk with caution clear, Respecting all, yet holding near, That honesty, whether faith or doubt, Is the only light I care about. --- ✨ English Analysis Theme: The poem shows your perspective of dividing people into two broad classes—theists and atheists—and respecting both, but distrusting hypocrisy. Friendship & Trust: Honesty of belief matters more than which belief one holds. Hypocrisy (switching masks) becomes harmful. Philosophy: It stresses authenticity—truthfulness in one’s worldview is more importa...

--- 🚌 Poem: Journey Through Fear and Hope We say, “Health is wealth,” a common claim, But my wife replies, “Wealth is the same.” She argues strong, against the myth, Her words hold truth, her mind is swift. September’s thirteenth, a testing day, For son and daughter, in their way. NEET exam in Kolkata’s land, Newtown and Bishnupur, both at hand. On twelfth at night, we took the ride, A bus without AC inside. Not first-class comfort, yet more than train, And Maruti vans could not sustain. I love the bus, its common seat, Night winds outside feel cold, yet sweet. It shakes the body, but frees the mind, A washing of memory, rare to find. At ten the bus began its flight, The lights went off, enforcing night. Though bodies shook, our heads found rest, That sleep was different, perhaps the best. Two hours passed, a sudden call, “Tea-tea-tea, coffee for all!” The bus had stopped, a roadside stay, We ate a little, then went our way. At four again, another stand, With tea in almost every hand....

🟢 English Version My Thoughts on COVID-19 Over the years, I have faced many health challenges — lung problems, heart issues, nerve complications, white hair, eye weakness, and dental problems. Yet, I learned to control them and continue my journey. Before I write more about my personal health struggles, I want to share my reflections on COVID-19. We all know that COVID-19 stands for: CO = Corona VI = Virus D = Disease But in my interpretation: C = Cure O = Originally V = Various I = Injurious D = Disease The world fought against Corona in different ways. Some people used cow dung and cow urine, some blew conch shells, some prayed to God or Allah, and some practiced exercise. Health experts and leaders advised people to wear masks, use sanitizers, and eat fruits to boost immunity. Yet, there was no single solution at the beginning. The world was busy developing vaccines. Personally, I was unsure about vaccines at first — I didn’t know how they were made or what their side e...

🌳 Poem: Tears of the Lychee Garden One afternoon I wandered free, Among my lychee’s greenery. Clusters hung in red and green, The sweetest sight my eyes had seen. Love for the old—prosperity’s song, Love for the trees makes life grow strong. But then the sky turned dark with might, The winds arose, the day lost light. The branches shook, the fruits did fall, The garden trembled, nature’s call. I ran from side to side in vain, To guard the trees, to ease their pain. A branch to north began to break, The south then cried with sudden quake. The rain then wept with endless cries, The trees poured tears from cloudy skies. Three hours passed, the storm grew still, My garden lay with nature’s will. I came back home, my spirit torn, By dawn my lungs were weak, forlorn. --- ✨ Analysis (English) This poem captures the deep bond between human beings and nature. The narrator experiences joy in the abundance of the lychee trees, but suddenly faces the destructive power of a storm. The garden’s suf...