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Empty The Heart May be I won't last forever
l will leave a mark though,
That symbol from age to age-
one day It will come immortality. Sudipta Sinha

01/11/2025

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01/11/2025

💕 “Song of a Rainy Rest”

âœī¸ Sudipta Sinha

The rain still hums on window glass,
Soft whispers where the hours pass.
College closed, the world’s asleep,
Dreams in puddles quietly creep.

My wife’s in sleep, the noon is shy,
Clouds are painting the tender sky.
I sit with books and thoughts of you,
In every word — your scent breaks through.

Let’s stay inside, no roads today,
Let laughter chase the clouds away.
We’ll sip our tea, let stories flow,
While rain taps gentle songs below.

If your body aches, I’ll hold your hand,
We’ll write a verse — just understand.
For love’s the poem we both compose,
In rain’s embrace, the heart still glows.

So let the world drift, slow and kind,
In this sweet calm our souls unwind.
Between the drops, the truth we find —
Love is the rain we leave behind.

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31/10/2025

🌅 Science on a New Horizon

âœī¸ Sudipta Sinha

Science wakes a shining day,
Dreams of humans find their way.
Robots think and softly speak,
Strong in code, yet hearts are weak.

They learn from us, they help, they guide,
Stand like friends by every side.
But still we need the human glow,
The love and care that make us grow.

Let science shine, but never blind,
Keep the truth of heart and mind.
With wisdom bright and hope so clear,
A better world is coming near.

31/10/2025

đŸŒŗ The Promise of Green

âœī¸ By Sudipta Sinha

We cut the trees, the woods are gone,
The earth now burns beneath the sun.
Birds don’t sing, they fly away,
Smoke hides blue skies every day.

The rain forgets to come on time,
The fields go dry — no life, no rhyme.
The climate changes day by day,
The world grows weak in every way.

Come, let’s join and take a stand,
“Plant a tree in every land!”
One green leaf, one breath to live,
Trees take less — but always give.

Save the water, save each life,
Keep the Earth away from strife.
Let the world stay fresh and green,
That’s our Promise of Green. đŸŒŋ🌎

31/10/2025

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💔 The Story of Love
Sudipta Sinha

Love was once a gentle song,
Now it breaks where hearts belong.
Smiles can hide a thousand pains,
Dreams now drown in endless rains.

Marriage once was soft and true,
Now it fades in shades of blue.
Promises made beneath the sky,
Turn to silence — no goodbye.

Affairs and lies walk hand in hand,
Love’s pure light turns into sand.
Faith once bright now turns to gray,
Hearts grow cold, they drift away.

Greed for dowry stains the vow,
Where is love and mercy now?
Tears replace the bridal glow,
Pain is all the women know.

Yet still, love never dies,
It hides in hearts, in silent eyes.
True hearts heal, they rise above,
And write again — the story of love.

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31/10/2025

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🌎 The Helpless Earth
Sudipta Sinha

The sky stands silent, wrapped in gray,
Smoke hides the sun, the light fades away.
Vultures vanish, eagles fall,
Dinosaurs sleep — no life, no call.

The chain of life begins to break,
Forests cry for their children’s sake.
Soil lies dead with no organic breath,
Roots decay in silent death.

The sea climbs high with an angry roar,
Cities drown — no open door.
The wind laments through leafless trees,
Whispering pain across the seas.

The rivers dry, the wells go deep,
Mother Earth can hardly weep.
Storms and floods invade her land,
Nature slips from human hand.

Medicinal plants are hard to find,
Diseases grow, no cure behind.
Tainted food and poisoned air,
The guards are gone — none to care.

Oil and gas beneath the clay,
Fade and vanish day by day.
Oh humankind! hear the cry,
The Earth is bleeding — don’t deny.

Walk again on the path of green,
Save the world from what has been.
Heal her heart, restore her worth —
Bring back life to the helpless Earth.

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30/10/2025

īŋŊ Song of the Resilient Earth 🌾
Sudipta Sinha

In Mother Earth's embracing hand,
The seasons shift, the storms command,
Floods and droughts may come and go,
Yet farmers’ hearts forever glow.

When the sun burns fields so dry,
And rain forgets the empty sky,
Still within the seed of care,
Hope and courage blossom there.

Climate-strong, the crops now rise,
New breeds born with wisdom’s eyes,
Science guides the farmer’s way,
Turning night to brighter day.

Soil conserved, the water stored,
Trees protected, life restored,
Though disaster knocks the door—
The farmer stands to fight once more.

Cattle, fishes, birds that sing,
Are treasures of the earth we bring,
Guard them well in storm and flame,
Nature’s heart and man the same.

When rivers break and forests fall,
The farmer hears the homeland’s call,
With hands of strength and heart so wide,
He guards the nation’s greenest pride.

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So let us vow, both young and old,
To keep this land with hearts of gold,
Though climates change, we shall defend—
The earth we love, till the very end. 🌎✨

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30/10/2025

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30/10/2025

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đŸŒ¤ī¸ The Restless Youth
Sudipta Sinha

Smoke of dreams covers the day,
Young minds slowly lose their way.
Books lie closed, their voices fade,
Hope turns weak in shadows made.

Addiction calls with gentle lies,
It steals the stars from hopeful eyes.
Screens and games now rule the mind,
Leaving truth and peace behind.

Politics divides the school,
Breaking every golden rule.
Love turns fake, and hearts grow cold,
Stories of care are left untold.

Parents cry in silent pain,
Watching dreams fall down like rain.
They wish their children’s hearts could see
The path of light and honesty.

So rise, dear youth, be strong, be wise,
Let learning be your greatest prize.
Books are wings to help you fly—
With truth and hope, reach for the sky.

28/10/2025

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🌸 Child Bride
Sudipta Sinha

She had a doll, she loved to play,
But they took her childhood away.
Books and dreams left far behind,
Tears and silence filled her mind.

They said, “It’s custom, don’t you cry,
Girls must marry, that’s the tie.”
No one saw her broken heart,
Her little dreams were torn apart.

Her schoolbag waits, her pen still lies,
The sun is gone from her young skies.
Why must a child lose all her grace,
For rules that time should now erase?

Let’s rise today, and break this pain,
Give every girl her dream again.
Let learning shine, let freedom grow,
And light of hope forever glow.

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27/10/2025

The Lost Generation in the Glow of Screens
Sudipta Sinha

Phones in hands, eyes on light,
Life confined to screens so bright.
Thoughts grow weak, minds grow numb,
AI whispers — “You’ve become dumb.”

Google speaks, the brain stands still,
Copy-paste now rules our will.
The scent of books fades away,
Videos teach — but hearts decay.

Science blesses, yet brings fear,
Is humanity still sincere?
Youth grows lazy, dreams asleep,
Education sinks too deep.

Let tech be light, not dark disguise,
Let wisdom bloom, let minds arise.
If science smiles with human grace,
Hope will return to learning’s place. 🌍✨

25/10/2025

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🌸 Sudipta — The Poet of Humanity

In words, he lights a gentle flame,
Sudipta Sinha — a human heart’s s .
Colors of dreams in every line,
A dawn of hope, through storm and time.

Love flows like rivers in his verse,
Where Ratna smiles, and hearts immerse.
In absence, longing burns so bright,
In presence, blossoms shine with light.

Not war, but peace fills his dreams,
Where brotherhood flows like quiet streams.
He writes—“Let every hand unite,
Let love be the horizon, wide and bright.”

Fire in his words, dew in his thought,
The world’s soul in every line is caught.
Sudipta — more than a poet, more than a name,
He is a living prayer, a never-ending flame.
Source : Chat-GPT

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