Soumitra kumar Choudhuri
To Dolly
with Love
Soumitra
kumar Choudhuri
In quiet moments, thoughts of you
Bloom softly like the morning dew.
Your name—a song, so sweet, so clear,
A melody I hold most dear.
Your laughter lingers in the air,
A balm that soothes each silent care.
In every smile, in every sigh,
You paint the stars across my sky.
The world feels gentler by your side,
A peaceful, ever-flowing tide.
Through every storm, through every sun,
My heart knows you—the only one.
So here’s my vow, both true and free:
My love is yours, eternally.
For all my days, and all to be,
I’ll walk this life with you, Dolly.-0-
….
A
Quiet Cry in a Cunning World
Soumitra
kumar Choudhuri
This world wears masks with painted grace,
It smiles while shifting every place.
A thousand eyes that never see,
A crowd, yet none who walk with me.
The streets are loud with hollow cheer,
And truth is something sold to fear.
Each promise bends, each word’s a game—
A flame disguised, yet cold the same.
I try to speak, the silence wins,
The mirror cracks beneath my sins.
I reach for hands that slip like rain,
I dress my hope, then bleed again.
Yet still, I rise—not brave, but worn,
By nights that mock the way I’m torn.
If stars can burn through endless black,
Perhaps there's light that still looks back.-0-
…
The
Taste of Failure
Soumitra
kumar Choudhuri
I tried to climb, I slipped instead,
My dreams now whisper what I dread.
The echo of my own defeat
Repeats where hope and silence meet.
I built with hands both bare and bruised,
Believed in paths I never used.
Each step I took, each plan I made,
Turned shadows in the light they fade.
They saw the fall, not how I fought,
Not all the battles that I caught.
Not every night I stayed awake
To fix a life I didn’t make.
And still, the world moves on, it seems,
Unmoved by broken plans or dreams.
It doesn’t pause to mend what’s torn—
It only asks we rise, reborn.
But not today. Today I grieve,
Let sorrow sit, let failure breathe.
For even ashes, gray and cold,
Were once a fire—bright and bold.
…
In
Reverence to Tagore
Soumitra
kumar Choudhuri
O poet of the boundless light,
Who sang of dawn and quiet night,
Your words still stir the sleeping air,
With truth too deep, too pure to wear.
You taught the soul to dance with grace,
Beyond the narrow walls of place.
Where man and sky and spirit blend,
You led the way, O timeless friend.
Your pen, a river calm and wide,
Carved paths through grief and human pride.
With every verse, a lantern burned—
And hearts, long lost, to hope returned.
You spoke of freedom not as flame,
But as a whisper, not of name.
Of love that flows without demand,
Of God not grasped, but gently spanned.
Gurudev, still your voice I hear,
In rustling leaves, so strangely near.
Your songs—unfading, rich and wise—
Still lift our gaze toward gentler skies.-0-
…
The River and Life
Soumitra
kumar Choudhuri
The river
in my town comes down from a mountain
And whispers snow beneath the sky.
It trickles and tumbles, bold and free,
Carving its path to the waiting sea.
Dancing through
meadows, calm and wide,
Reflecting the stars that in silence bide
Then rushes through valleys, wild with roar,
Challenged by rocks, yet flowing more.
So too is
life, from a quiet start,
A pulse of wonder, a beating heart.
We wander through moments soft and still,
And charge through trials with iron will.
As river
bends and twist and turn,
From each new curve, there's more to learn.
Sometimes shallow, sometimes deep,
With secrets held and dreams to keep.
A river
knows not what lies ahead,
Yet onward flows, by hope it’s led.
And life, in rhythm, does the same—
A fleeting spark, a sacred flame.
So sail
your river, come joy or strife,
For in each drop, there sings all life.
And when you reach the ocean wide,
You'll see the journey was the guide.-0-
Futile
Ambitions
Soumitra
kumar Choudhuri
We climbed on glass ladders,
Chasing echoes from the past—
Names in lights, applause like rain,
All to fill a silent pain.
We traded time for fleeting praise,
Built gold on shifting, shallow days.
Dreamt of crowns that lose their gleam,
Woke alone within the dream.
We spoke in tongues of “more” and “might,”
Blind to stars that shone each night.
Measured worth in wealth and speed,
But lost the roots of what we need.
For fame forgets, and power dies,
And even empires meet the skies.
Yet still we chase, still we run,
Shadowed by what we’ve never won.
And when the mirrors show us old,
With hearts untouched by all we hold—
We’ll ask if all that gleamed and burned
Was ever worth the peace we spurned.-0-
*****
The
Brutality of War
Soumitra kumar Choudhuri
The drums
of war beat loud and cold,
Not with glory—but grief untold.
Steel meets flesh, and fire rains,
Fields once green now choke with chains.
A mother
weeps where silence fell,
Her child lost in battle’s hell.
The sky turns black with smoke and cries,
While truth and mercy drown in lies.
No victor
stands without a scar,
No cause worth what the torn hearts are.
The soil drinks deep of blood and pain,
Yet learns no lesson from the slain.
Eyes that
once saw dawn with grace
Now stare through walls time can’t replace.
Homes are ash, and names erased,
And innocence—forever chased.
For war
knows not of right or wrong,
It sings one dirge, a single song:
Of shattered bones and burning land,
Of broken souls who cannot stand.
Lay down
arms, and break the chain—
The cost of peace is less than pain.
But still we march, with blinded eyes,
And let the world be sacrificed. -0-
****
Cant
forget my Mother
Soumitra Kumar Choudhuri
I call your name in silent rooms,
Where once your voice would chase the gloom.
Now only echoes gently roam—
This house, once warm, no longer home.
Your hands that held my world so tight,
Now live in dreams I reach each night.
Your smile—a light I used to see—
Now flickers deep inside of me.
I speak to shadows, skies, and air,
Hoping somehow, you are there.
In every breeze, in every star,
I search for signs of where you are.
The grief comes soft, then floods like rain,
A quiet ache, then sharp with pain.
No time can teach this heart to mend—
It learns to break and break again.
Yet in this sorrow, love remains—
It threads through tears like silver chains.
For though you're gone, you're never far,
You live in who and what we are.
I miss you more than words allow,
Each heartbeat is a whispered vow:
To carry all you gave to me,
Until we're joined, and I am free. -0-
***
Kingfisher
in a Small Pond
Soumitra
kumar houdhuri
A flash
of blue, a stroke of flame,
Through still green air the hunter came.
The pond lay quiet, veiled in hush,
Wrapped in reeds and cattail brush.
No ripple
stirred, no wind was heard,
Just dragonflies and one shy bird.
Then—darting down with sudden grace,
The kingfisher split the mirror’s face.
A silver
fish, a flick, a gleam,
Disturbed the pond’s long sleepy dream.
Then up again, with wings so fast,
A moment caught, too brief to last.
Upon a
branch, he took his throne,
A splash of color all alone.
Like royalty in humble guise,
With fire below and storm in eyes.
This
small world holds a quiet king,
No crown, no court—just sky and wing.
Yet in that pond so still, so deep,
His watch is endless, never sleep.-0-
*****
Marigold
of My Garden
Soumitra
Kumar Choudhuri
In the corner where the sunlight spills,
Amid the breeze and robin’s trills,
There blooms a flame both bright and bold—
The humble heart of marigold.
No rose's pride, no lily’s grace,
Yet still it lifts its golden face.
With petals like the morning's fire,
It burns with quiet, pure desire.
It does not ask for much at all,
Just earthen bed and rainfall's call.
Yet day by day, it stands so true,
In orange, ochre, copper hue.
A friend to bees, a guard to roots,
It thrives without ornate pursuits.
Its scent—a spice, both sharp and sweet,
Like stories whispered at your feet.
And when the season fades to gray,
Still marigold will find its way—
To bloom again where love has been,
A sun reborn in softest skin.
So in my garden, wild or neat,
The marigold makes life complete.
A blaze of hope in bloom’s disguise,
A touch of sun beneath the skies.
Brief Introducton:
Former
Emeritus Medical Scientist (EMS, ICMR) and Head of the Department of In Vitro
Carcinogenesis and Cellular Chemotherapy (IVCCC), Chittaranjan National Cancer
Institute (CNCI), Kolkata.
Published
more than hundred research papers in International Cancer journals and
conducted research in Multidrug Resistance (MDR) in cancer.
Along
with scientific research, published more than hundred short sorties and poems
in literary magazines in Bengali (like Desh, Bartaman, shilpe Ananya). Wrote popular science articles (150) and
books in Bengali.
Awards from Govt. and Non Govt organizations.
i.
Gopal Chandra
Bhattacharya Smriti Puraskar from Dept of Science and Technology, Govt. of West
Bengal in 2019 (for popularizing science in Bengali for 25 years).
ii.
Yogamaya memorial prize
for writing best article in 2015 in Bengali journal ‘Gnan Bignan’ [founded by
famous Scientist Sir Satyandra Nath Bose (1948)].
iii.
Chouranghee Nath Prize
for best novel of the year by Shaibabharati, 2018.
iv.
Sohorab Hossen Smriti
Puraskar by Sahityaangan 2022.
v.
Dolly Midya memorial
prize for short story book
Books in Bengali:
1. Bignaner jana ajana (Science for children)
2. My Garden (short story collection)
3. Matngi (Novel, Publisher ‘Gangchil’, Calcutta),
2022
4. Sahaj vasay biggan bhavana, (learn science in
easy language), Essay book, 2022
5. Panch mohadesher ponerti golpo (fifteen stories
of five continents). Translation, Publisher Bhasa sansad. Calcutta 2022.
6. Rahasya na Bhautik (to be published), short stories
7. Ratna dwip, Bengali novel
8. Rupor chaku, Bengali short story
colleoctions
I.
Book chapter in ‘Anticancer
Drugs-Nature synthesis and cell’ (Intech), 2016.
II. Book chapter in ‘Metal ions in Biology’, vol 10, 2008.
