Rabindra Gope Biography
As soon as book poem ‘Palalo Kumari Shap’ (Runs Away Virgin Snake) came out in 1979, Rabindra Gope hit the heart of thousands of readers of Bangladesh. He has immediately known as ‘The Poet of Palalo Kumari Shap’. Gradually he becomes a mature creator of poetry in Bangladesh.
Though, predominantly a poet, total number of his published works crossed fifty including short stories, novels, and research works. He is a prolific writer.
He was ‘Shabdo Shainik’ (Fighter of Lyrics) and played a prominent role in ‘Swadhin Bangla Betar Kendra’ (Free Bangla Radio Centre) during the liberation war of Bangladesh. As a public servant he held different posts of Ministry of Information and Ministry of Cultural Affairs. He faced unusual psychological torture, physically assaulted after his poem ‘Smiling Goat and a Loaf’ was published. He was transferred to a remote place in a much degraded status. Two times he was shot. His favorite dog was killed at the encounter.
The poet was awarded ‘Kathashilpi’ literary Award: Gold Medal in in1978, ‘Bikash’ literary Award: Gold Medal in in1990, ‘Sufi Motahar Hossain’ literary Award: Gold Medal, and American Biographical Institute, ‘Man of the Year,1998’.
Still he is going on writing at the age of 60.
At the very beginning praise the liberated Bangladesh
Sufferings of the liberated land were not deported yet.
Then I salute motherly homeland
Blood stained mother, mine destitute mother land.
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Postman of inertia seeks slumber's site in your eyes
My silent journey to the night's fatigue goes alone
Dense forest of tresses are the surges of river, parting of hair is a lonely path
In the remote unknown homestead, I'm attracted, faraway, secluded,
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Soft melodious words of songs shatter down under your feet
Day and night shed down speeches of sleep of the peasant
Salt-scented crop of labour kiss dejected lips of pain-stricken girl
Love of untouched soil attracts close
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I had some desire I had something to say
I had something to get like a pair of eyes like Tina
Like the blue of the sky, like the waves of the ocean
Bosom-full of happiness was due for me, I had some dreams.
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Can't you see me? Can't you see me?
Whenever your eyes scan, wherever you place your hands, there I remain
Garland of past days remain in the memory, deep into my bosom
Liquid melodies of diurnal condensed hurting.
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