Biography of Nirmalendu Goon
Nirmalendu Goon (Bengali: নির্মলেন্দু গুণ)is a Bangladeshi poet, and one of the most popular poets in Bangladesh, lauded by many for his accessible verse in an age where Bangla poetry has become increasingly complex.
Nirmalendu Goon was born in Barhatta in Netrokona, in undivided India, now in Bangladesh.
Goon was one of the few people who openly protested Sheikh Mujibur Rahman's assassination in 1975 in a period when even mentioning Mujib was considered dangerous.
His first book of poetry was published in 1970. Since then he has published forty-five collections of poetry and twenty collections of prose. Part of the generation of poets of 1960s, Goon's poetry contains stinging criticism of the nouveau riche and a touching description of the contrasting fate of the masses. A love of freedom and faith in the human spirit also permeates many of his poems. An avowed Marxist, Goon has also written poems urging an upheaval of the poor against the rich. He also has written a number of poems on important personalities, including Rabindranath, Sheikh Mujib, Lenin, Shakti Chattopadhyay and others.
He drew the cover of his first book of poetry. In late years he started to paint on a regular basis. The first exhibition of his paintings was held in the seminar room of Public Library, Dhaka in July 2009.
Bangla Academy Award (1982)
Ekushey Padak (2001)
Quote: "Poem is similar to the playing of cricket. A good batsman likes to wait for a good ball to hit, so a good poet always waits for a good line to surface and be recorded."
Poet Sa'd Bin Ard is a great fan of Nirmalendu Goon.
In her recent autobiography, Taslima Nasrin, relates that Nirmalendu Goon acknowledged being a dacoit in his youth.
Nirmalendu Goon's Works:
Bhrami deśe deśe (2004)
Caitrera bhālobāsa (1975)
Cirakālera bām̐śi (1986)
Dhābamāna hariṇera dyuti (1992)
Dūra ha duḥśāsana (1983)
Gadyasamagra (1997) I
Gīnasabārgera saṅge (1994)
Muthophone'r Kabbo (2003)
Nā premika, nā biplabi (1972)
Nāma diẏechi bhālobāsa (1998)
Nirañjanera pr̥thibi (1986)
Nirguṇera jārṇāla (1987)
Nirmalendu Guṇera premera kabita (1987)
Nirmalendu Guṇera rājanaitika kabitā (1989)
Pañcāśa sahasra barsha (1995)
Premāṃśura rakta cāi (1970)
Priẏa nārī hārāno kabitā (1996)
Pr̥thibījoṛā gāna (1982)
Racanā 2000 (2001)
Raktajharā Nabhembara 1975 (1997)
Śaktismr̥ti o anyānya (1997)
Selected poems of Nirmalendu Goon / edited with an introduction by Khondakar Ashraf Hossain (2001)
Śiẏare Bāṃlādeśa (1998)
Tāra āge cāi samājatantra (1979)
Yakhana āmi bukera pān̐jara khule dān̐rāi (1989)
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Nirmalendu Goon Poems
Because A Poem Will Be Written
'Cause a poem will be written, with eager excitement Lacks and lacks of excited anxious eager rebelious audiences are waiting Till dawn on the beach of the park that turned into an ocean of crowd- 'When is the poet arriving?' 'When is the poet arriving?
Maybe I'M No Human
Maybe I’m no human, humans are different; They can walk, they can sit, and they can wander room to room They are different; they are afraid of death, scared of snakes. Maybe I’m no human. Then how can snakes raise no fear within me?
What Sin Would Redeem Me
I have never tasted the fruit of the forbidden tree, I have been waiting. waiting. like the sea that waits for the river
There is a big crowd at the Police Station. Suspicious soldiers in the city are taking away all firearms. Frightened citizens, in accordance with military directives, are depositing their shotguns,
This Day I Haven'T Come To Shed Bloo
Like all of you present here I love roses a lot While crossing the Race Course field yesterday One of the roses blooming there Said to me; "Make your verse sing of Sheikh Mujib"
You Are Leaving
You are leaving: the steamboat starts off undulating the river Amidst the clamour of engine From behind the cloud of smokes Beauty of your weary face gleams
Maybe I'M No Human
Maybe I’m no human, humans are different;
They can walk, they can sit, and they can wander room to room
They are different; they are afraid of death, scared of snakes.
Maybe I’m no human. Then how can snakes raise no fear within me?
How can I go standing alone all day long like a tree?
How can I sing no song watching a movie?
How can I go without drinking wine with ice?
How can I pass a night without closing my eyes?
Indeed I feel strange when I think about