Sunil Gangopadhyay

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

Sunil Gangopadhyay Poems

1. NEERA, DON'T GET LOST 3/5/2018
2. Calcutta and I 3/5/2018
3. Two Curses 3/5/2018
4. By Writing a Poem 3/5/2018
5. Easy 3/20/2012
6. This Hand Has Touched 3/20/2012
7. Ephemeral 3/20/2012
8. A Truth Bound Sentiment 3/20/2012

Comments about Sunil Gangopadhyay

  • 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

A Truth Bound Sentiment

This hand has touched Neera's face,
could I use this hand to commit a sin,
ever again?
In the late evening glow
swathing the hanging balcony,
a 'daring' light had fallen on her face,
and like a telegram,
had instantly revealed Neera's grace!
A hint of a smile had merged
on her brows and eyes,
or was it the shine of mica-fines?
At such times,
I so long to call that lady, just a 'babe'.
I raise my right hand
and with my muscles flexed,
I whisper to myself --
'Be worthy of her,
Be worthy and rise'
I touch Neera's chin --
This hand has ...

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