Nabakanta Barua

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The fire of the palaash has gone out now.
In the saal and sotiyaan woods
Spring-storms of days past —
Days of the Burmese invasion.

We housed them in prisons
For they wanted a home,
We killed them for they wanted eternal life
Then bulldozed their prisons into fields of corn

The corded belt of my mother’s spinning wheel
was a mystery to me
spool after spool is used up
the distended bobbins pile up in the basket

Ah, it is pleasant
We are sitting ,simply sitting
Sitting silently.

It is afternoon now.

Let’s go to the tailor’s; to get measured.
Measurements of neck chest hands and arms
Measurements of the palm and the heart

God gave man intellect.
He could go insane with it.
His heart full of blood
could not be trustful.

The fossil heaved its stony sigh
God’s failures have caused,
All his tears to helpless man.

Last night
Someone poured ink into Umiam
How the streetlights emitted darkness!

Once we went aboating
On the Ganges…………
The pale winter moon rose above the old cemetery
We remember we talked

Offerings to the mother have been washed
with brother’s bolld;
To satisfy the mother earth
Offering’s flesh has been cooked in her breast’s milk!

God gave man brains
To achieve lunacy therewith.
With his body plenished with blood
The heart took on the task of mistrust.

Within this dark shell
All emptiness is substantial
The sky and the earth reach me
In all elastic opacity.

At the bank of river Tamasa
Someone killed a karchana separating it from its mate
Exploiting nature

Nabakanta Barua Biography

Navakanta Barua (Assamese: নৱকান্ত বৰুৱা)also known as Ekhud Kokaideu, was a prominent Assamese novelist and poet. Early Life and Education Nabakanta Barua was born December 29, 1926 in Guwahati to Nilakanta Barua, a school inspector and later teacher, and Swarnalata Baruani. He had three brothers: Devakanta, Jivakanta, and Sivakanta. (Devakanta Barua also became a well-known Assamese poet, best known for poem collection Sagor dekhisa.) At first the family lived in upper Assam, then moved to Puranigudam and lastly lived in Nagaon town. He started his education at a nearby school, then joined govt Mojolia school. In 1933 he was admitted to Nagaon govt boys in class 3, from there he completed his matriculation in 1941. After that he got admitted to Cotton College, but he lost two years due to illness. In 1943, he went to Shantinikaton (West Bengal). In 1947 he completed his B.A. with English honors and in 1953 M. A. from Aligarh Muslim University. Career He worked in Uttar Pradesh at Shikohabad at A.K collage , but the same year he had joined Jorhat's Jagannath Barooah College. In 1954 he joined Cotton College and worked there until 1964. From 1964 to 1967 he worked at Assam Madhyamik Shiksha Parisod as an officer of English education . He again joined Cotton College, retiring as a vice principal in 1984. He served as president of Asam Sahitya Sabha's Dhing Adhibashan in 1968 and presided over Asom Sahitya Sabha's Bishwanath Chariali convention in 1990. Published Works Barua wrote most criticized and recited poems like "Polokh", "Monot porne Arundhati", "Norokot DonJuan", and "Crussot DonJuan". Barua's contribution to Assamese art and literature includes 39 books in all: 11 poem collections, 5 novels, essays, short stories for children (Xeali palegoi ratanpur) and lyrics. Some of his works have been translated to different Indian languages. In 1984, he published the Assamese magazine Sirolu, later republished as Natun Sirolu. Awards 1974: Assam Prakashan Parisod Award, Mur aru Prithibir 1975: Sahitya Akademi Award to Assamese Writers, Kokadeutar Har 1976: Padma Bhushan, Literature & Education 1993: Assam Valley Literary Award)

The Best Poem Of Nabakanta Barua


The fire of the palaash has gone out now.
In the saal and sotiyaan woods
Spring-storms of days past —
Days of the Burmese invasion.
How many dreams fell who keeps count?
On the Banks of the Kolong, Kopili, Diju
Grandfather’s bones.
The wild lily sprouts through
Grandmother’s heart.

What did the clouds say,
Give, give more, give your all,
Plant trees by the road, open a high school,
The dear traveler is always on the road,
Heave a sigh
Let the water speeding through roofs
Flood out the cells of dead spiders
Let our silt fertilize the banks of the Kolong.

In the furrows of our grandson’s new farmstead
We shall wake.
In our fossils they will read
Amusing tales
of those who remember past births.

In the lane where dreams are blind
we stay there. In the gutters
their future.

[ Translated by Pradip Acharya ]

Nabakanta Barua Comments

Hemanta Bhattarai 05 February 2021

hertly salute.6/2/2021

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Bipul Chandra Kalita 28 December 2018

Hearty salute to the Assamese poet on the day of his birth. His contribution to Assamese poetic literature will be remembered with due respect forever.

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Ashiqur Rahman 11 November 2018


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protul pegu 03 September 2018

l know your poem

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Hemanta Baruah 13 June 2018

Want to read his poems.

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