Pranab K. Chakraborty

(West Bengal)

Sunil Ganguly Is Dead


death is an end
end of a global journey
an end of an unfinished book...

Pranab k c
23/10/2012

Submitted: Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, October 23, 2012
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[Sunil Ganguly, the renowned and most popular Bengali main-stream poet and prose-writer died last night at 1.25 at his age of 79 by a sudden heart-attack. He was also the President of Indian 'SAHITYA ACADEMY'.His death blows a sad-storm to the Bengali creative personalities of various field and also a loss to Indian literature.Festival days are deemed by such death.]

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  • Tunji Ibrahim (10/24/2012 6:40:00 PM)

    A truly sad and sudden poem. Pathetic. Life is ephemeral. And death is inevitable. Rest in peace Sunil Ganguly. (Report) Reply

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