Points: The poet — A short life sketch of the poet — Some of the excellent lines of his poetry.
The poet I love, the poet I admire, the poet whose lines I quote and repeat, the poet who gives me courage to tight against injustice, the poet whom I know to be a great friend of the poor is Sukanta Bhattacharya. He is my favorite poet.
Sukanta is a dear name in Bengali literature. He was only 21 when he died. But already he became a household name in Bengal. He was born in 1926 In Kalighat in a family of traditional Sanskrit Pundits. But his boyhood and early youth were spent in Narkeldanga during the turbulent days of the Second World War. He saw war, famine, peasants’ movement and riot. He was attracted to the communist movement’ and organised Kishore Sabha’. His poetry was anti-imperlalist’ and full of patriotic fervour and social protest’. He suffered from Tuberculosis, and when he died in 1947, his loss was regarded almost as the loss of a national poet.
I love Sukanta because he was a spirited poet. Like Nazrul he inspired the youths to rise against exploitation and inequality. “To the last breathe of my life.” he wrote “I will remove the wreckage of this earth, and leave this world livable for this newborn child, this is my firm declaration to him”. He paid in his poem one of the finest homage’s to Mahatma Gandhi, the father of the nation. He gave voice to the frustrated millions when he wrote in an aggrieved tone: “Poetry. I grant you leave to go away; in the kingdom of hunger the earth is full of prose: the full-moon today looks like a half-baked loaf”.
The poet I love, the poet I admire, the poet whose lines I quote and repeat, the poet who gives me courage to tight against injustice, the poet whom I know to be a great friend of the poor is Sukanta Bhattacharya. He is my favorite poet.
Sukanta is a dear name in Bengali literature. He was only 21 when he died. But already he became a household name in Bengal. He was born in 1926 In Kalighat in a family of traditional Sanskrit Pundits. But his boyhood and early youth were spent in Narkeldanga during the turbulent days of the Second World War. He saw war, famine, peasants’ movement and riot. He was attracted to the communist movement’ and organised Kishore Sabha’. His poetry was anti-imperlalist’ and full of patriotic fervour and social protest’. He suffered from Tuberculosis, and when he died in 1947, his loss was regarded almost as the loss of a national poet.
I love Sukanta because he was a spirited poet. Like Nazrul he inspired the youths to rise against exploitation and inequality. “To the last breathe of my life.” he wrote “I will remove the wreckage of this earth, and leave this world livable for this newborn child, this is my firm declaration to him”. He paid in his poem one of the finest homage’s to Mahatma Gandhi, the father of the nation. He gave voice to the frustrated millions when he wrote in an aggrieved tone: “Poetry. I grant you leave to go away; in the kingdom of hunger the earth is full of prose: the full-moon today looks like a half-baked loaf”.
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