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Ratan Ghosh·November 6, 2025

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My Home

written by: Ratan Ghosh

I feel
A distinct scent
waving in my breath
like a cool river stream
It flows quietly through my veins
Even decades after

I feel
Every now and then
how lovely you had been to me
how tempting you had been to my senses
how glowing you had been to my eyes
how heavenly you had always been to my cheerful soul

I feel still
With my age-old wrinkled skin and grey hair
You had always been a great heaven to me
But
I had to walk away like a walking snail
From your lap…
So quietly, so slowly, so silently but with a violent crush of my hidden soul
Like the Himalaya volcano

I feel
I was drowning then in a timeless black hole
Just after the great eruption of hateful vapours
I woke up, I woke up, I woke up though
and raised my trembling hands in search of help

But!
No one cared to take me up
I fell down
I fell down like a big piece of Himalayan rock
from the top-hill of my homeland
Not to come back again…
Not to come back again…
In my lovely homeland, my dear East Bengal…

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Dr. Ratan Ghosh, a luminary in the realm of Bharatiya Bi-Lingual literature, is a passionate and prolific author, editor, and academician. Dr. Ghosh has left an indelible mark on the literary landscape. His creative expressions, spanning various genres, have garnered acclaim not only nationally but across the globe. Dr. Ghosh's poetic prowess has found its way into numerous esteemed platforms, including National and International E-journals, journals, magazines, and paperback anthologies. His literary contributions are diverse, reflecting a deep engagement with various facets of the human experience.

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