Somdatta Mitra (poem)
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Somdatta Mitra
Mrs. Somdatta Mitra hails from the city of joy, Kolkata in West Bengal. She is a Post Graduate in English Literature. Completed Commercial Art from I. I. F. T. New Delhi and Desk Top Publishing courses in Computers from Brainware Computer Academy, Kolkata. She is a published writer today, also being a co - author in more than 1600 anthologies, her solo debut poetry book was released in 2024 by the name " The Spectrums of Emotions " published by Writers World Publication. She has accomplished four world records in poetry and several national and international awards in writing, oratory and painting, which has been appreciated in many national and international magazines. Her poems has been translated to Spanish, Italian and Romanian languages. She has been featured for talk shows, interviews and as a cover page model for many poetry magazines. She is a teacher and has been guiding students in Creative Writing and English for the past 20 years.
She is a peace ambassador, a humanitarian activist and a host in a few poetry groups. She is working with some African students for development of their learning and sustainability over poetry.
She is the Vice President of the poetry group Federation of Arts, Literature, Peace and Culture at present..
THE SEASON'S FIRST SHOWER
In a soft, delicate chortle, a candid soliloquy with self,
Those chimerical enigma tantalises in the monsoon's first shower.
A cup of tea with ginger ,
That sanguinely invigorate a charisma.
A desire over a frolick to dance in the first shower,
Drenching in a divine urge and kissing a flower.
Chirping like a bird ,
And singing the verdant concord of nature 's bliss.
The magnificient season that welcomes the nightingale in its escapade,
The freedom to recite poetry in a gusto.
Enlivens a spirit that was clenching a fist,
While spreading wings of desperate passion.
A heavy thunder and lightning enfeebled the exaltation,
Imprinting a glow of luminocity as a hope.
Kindling a vision that happiness and joy is hidden inside us,
Explore and capture those moments through an impregnable rapture.
The rain pervaded in the cosy corners of the terrace,
With its sprinkle over my face to caress.
An unknown voice that unfolded in a tenacity,
Jerking the unsprouted feelings in a veracity.
Drenching me in every clangor of vivacity,
Churning my silence into a camarederie and amity.
Allowing my individuality to bloom and blossom,
In this rainy day that invigorate my passion.
