Sunil Gangopadhyay

(7 September 1934 - / Faridpur / Bangladesh (British India))

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  • Md imran Hossain (10/1/2015 1:07:00 AM)

    I like your poem"kew kotha rakeni"

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  • Neela Nath Das Neela Nath Das (2/12/2013 12:56:00 AM)

    I love to read your writings.Since my childhood days, I'm your fan.Santu kakababur golpo, Gogoler golpo, Nillohiter golpo, Neera, Prothom Alo, Seisomoy all are my favorite.I have kept the bookSada pristha Tomar Sange your collection of Bengali poems with me as it bears the very words you wrote to meNeelake Priti Janai.
    You will be always in our mind.

  • Debasish Mridha, M. D. (1/21/2013 5:29:00 PM)

    Among the handful of creative Bengali poets beloved Sunil Gangopadhyay is one of the best.

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (10/24/2012 3:09:00 AM)

    Sunil is no more. He died on October 23,2012 at Kolkata. He was undoubtedly a great poet.

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (10/24/2012 3:09:00 AM)

    Sunil is no more. He died on October 23,2012 at Kolkata. He was undoubtedly a great poet.

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (10/24/2012 3:08:00 AM)

    Sunil is no more. He died on October 23,2012 at Kolkata. He was undoubtedly a great poet.

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (10/24/2012 3:05:00 AM)

    Sunil is no more. He died on October 23,2012 at Kolkata. He was undoubtedly a great poet.

Best Poem of Sunil Gangopadhyay

Ephemeral

Neera, sometimes, it seems
you are more distant
than even the day I was born.
You walk alone --
in the autumn-woods.
The rustle of leaves
under your tender feet,
fill the air!
The mountains, sloped like a bullock's neck
meet the horizon,
and the evening sun
resounding its victory-cymbals
sets behind those hills.
All these, Neera, seem more distant
than even the day I was born.

Sometimes, when I've looked at the sky,
I've seen a dying star.
I feel a shiver in my heart,
my eyes come down to the earth
and to the world all around.
At ...

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Ephemeral

Neera, sometimes, it seems
you are more distant
than even the day I was born.
You walk alone --
in the autumn-woods.
The rustle of leaves
under your tender feet,
fill the air!
The mountains, sloped like a bullock's neck

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