Category: Poetry

প্রশ্ন আমি করবই

প্রশ্ন আমি করবই হ্যাঁ, তবে ‘আমেরিকা, রাশিয়া, ইত্যাদি’-র রাষ্ট্রনায়ক কারা, বা ‘মহামন্দির মহামসজিদ কবে শুরু হবে ভারতে’ বা ‘আজকের নিফটি কত’, না এরকম কিছু নয়।

SHARED JOYS

At global village We are the happiest beings.   We’ve trammelled long grass, cut forests Mined earth’s gold out of its aching belly, Made holes

A HOUSEMAID

Hair dishevelled, Vermillion cleansed, Skin creased, eyes sunken, Face dry, and voice choked.   I ask, ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Your uncle died.’ ‘How?’ ‘Just a fall

O, LOVELY TREES

O, lovely trees! In winter you shed And in spring you bloom   In hot summer days Under your shade Peasants rest, birds carouse.  

BY THE RIVER BANK

By the river bank At the forest edge The sun goes down.   Water turns gold, And sky orangey.   Columns of white herons Perch

DON’T FEAR, DEAR

Don’t fear, dear, I do no harm, I promise, For one eve let me sit beside you.   She coldly stares, and her Eyes fixed

WHEN A CHILD CRIES

  When children cry I cry.   When a girl is raped I laugh as a madman ,   when a clash is fought among 

FOUR CORNERS

Four corners I have In one are buried my ancestors.   In the next There sleeps a cooking pot.   Over the third thatched roof

আমি কান্না করি

  আমি কান্না করি যখন আপনি সহাস্যে  জঙ্গল বিনাশ করেন।   আমি কান্না করি যখন আপনি হৃদয়ে দেওয়াল নির্মাণ করেন আর নিজের গণ্ডীকে আরও দুর্ভেদ্য

ASK NOT MY COUNTRY OR STATE

Ask not my country Or state.   Ask not my trade Or job.   Ask not my tongue Or region.   Ask not the colour

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Subhash Chandra
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"A gifted writer"

A gifted versetile writer who writes excellent stories and poems on the invisibles, pariahs, margins, aged, weaklings of our society. A rising star on the literary firmament.
Santosh Bakaya
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Praise for my writing

“Your story Undersell left me with a lump in my throat, so did your poem, He also lights candles.”
Louis Kasatkin
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Praise for my poem "Elderly Men Two"

"A finely honed observational piece recording the minutiae of everyday life. Rendered with the author’s customary poetic aplomb suffused with a Borges like quality of the mythic."