Pranab K. Chakraborty
Biography of Pranab K. Chakraborty
Human Being who believes in Humanity. In regional language Bengali, writes by the name Pranab chakraborty. He also known as Apoet Bangla.
Pranab K. Chakraborty's Works:
Editor of a Bengali little magazine 'INTERACTION Bhasha-o-bhavnaar', published from Nabadwip, Nadia, West Bengal, India.
Four Books of poems.
One of Verse-drama.
About twenty manuscripts of drama performed by the local groups but not published one yet.
- On White Page -new-
- You Your Destiny...Nothing In Between -new-
- Lover Lost His Estimated Trigonimetry -new-
- Earth Day Offering -new-
- Pleasure To Be Fallen
- Fleshy Feathering
- Concept My Own
- Love Flows Without Any Lover
- You Are No-One
- Identity Identified
- New Wave
- Looking Paradox
- Something But Nothing
- Honorable Court And An Asking
Pranab K. Chakraborty Poems
Religion: An Important Question To Allow...
Institutional religion should be terminated by the state to promote individual religious faith constitution and obligatory mandates
Essence Of Silence
Pranab k c 12/08/2011 Doors closed
The Child And Rain
One day when a child tried to show me rain falling from the sky became confused
I'm not committed to please you by my rounded lullabic words rather
Hi, The Responsible Citizen
Cry not Just laugh Laugh with the clowns
Just Smile And Forget
a slice of sun-ray with the winter-butter my today's awaking phenomenal break first
It was a prohibited zone I was the trespasser when I came to their notice
Chocolate-Poem Vs. Acid-Poem
I never try to produce Chocolate-poems To supply you the satisfaction By licking and sucking
Zero Is Yet To Be Defined Long
Vanquished predecessors once fabricated their foot-heels over stony calligraphic structures once their hungry horses bred thousands offspring
Offering As An Ignorant
The tune You tuned At the time Of my birth
Save Blood, Don'T Be Bloody
Bloodless fighter A child also can't imagine If human beings considered not as plant or machinery
Untold Dark To Conceive Light
very close to death the man who waits for dawn ringing the bell midnight burns
The Star Looks
feel very close its cosmic look to me as I try to penetrate
The best poem I have ever read a white sheet
A Thief If An Old Woman
If an old woman
it becomes very cruel
to punish her
firstly like a grandma
like an infant
should be considered
similiarly, if an old man...