Dibakar Purkayastha

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Dibakar Purkayastha Biography

The author/poet Dibakar Purkayastha is born in North East India in fifties of last century. He did his entire academics till graduation from Shillong, one small hill station thereat and thus he closely saw both social and cultural activities of different ethnic group of population residing at different states and stations of North east India; and soon he started writing poems and articles in little magazine from very early age. He wrote his maiden novel ‘Log Out North East India' was self published through partridge of USA (a penguin random subsidiary) in 2015 and was widely read in North east India. He contributes columns in leading daily newspaper in Northeast India. As a cultural cognoscenti, he attended many seminars, both virtual and physical of which most prominent was in Dhaka, Bangladesh in 2016 as an invited delegate in birth centenary celebrations of eminent singer Dr Bhupen Hazarika along with a galaxy of other dignitaries. His recent fiction novel named ‘socially distanced' on Indian eunuchs, problem faced by them in society, published in New Delhi has been widely accepted by readers all over. Celebrity journalist/author, academicians, PR personals of national level praised high on this work. Many daily newspaper also published comments on this work. His most recent book ‘an ode to Shillong' a book on verse published by Ukohito only. He is also regular contributor in many webzine in India and Bangladesh. He presently resides with his wife and his daughters and continues his literary works at Bangalore, India.)

The Best Poem Of Dibakar Purkayastha

Lost World /Dibakar Purkayastha

I saw heaven's bounty, when I slumbered,
I seem to see the pristine time marches,
its fleet of minutes through the solemn
night under the friendly silence of quite
moon, towards the eternity, behold!

How my eyes get scary to watch thee,
The sprawled silence where the weary
limbs of nature enfolded in sleep, under
the bemoaned sky and where wind blew
like the roar of a wounded bull, behold!

And I do have not a hope of seeing again
The dear old land of my birth, the land of
Tall pines and tamarisks, dolmen and the
Stone hinges, pristine riverine and vales.

And I've not a hope of seeing again thee
neither my sweet boyhood, nor my youth
That I long to return to, oh thee mindless
time, but whatever faith among men there
still abides, unsullied, I beg you on all I've
Suffered, have pity on one whose heart
bears burden it has not deserved, behold!

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