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Mandakranta Sen
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I know this text may not be considered as a poem Still I write down the struggle, like a warrior all the same I don’t know who I resuscitate by what I write Still I wish to write these lines about how people fight People are struggling with all their hearts till the end To break into the mighty palace of the rulers’. O my friend Are they my kin? O my pen, you are related to whom Have you thought about it ever, where from your poems bloom Yes friend, I have pondered over, this note is yours, not mine It can be the weapon of words to shatter enemies’ spine With that weapon, I do stand by you all the way as I always did Let my poetry be blended with peoples’ breath indeed Should I write now about flowers, moonlight and star My poems are committed to our struggle, O yes, they are |
Mandakranta Sen, born in 1972 in Kolkata, studied Medicine but left during the final exam. Then she opted for pursuing her literary career solely. Her first collection of poems `Hridoy Abadhya Meye` got Ananda Puroskar. She has 30 collections of poetry, 12 collections of novels, 3 collections of short stories, a collection of novelettes, 2 collections of articles and more till date. She has 2 collections, short stories and rhymes, for Children. She is also an avid translator from Bangla to English and vice versa. She has bagged many awards including Ananda Puroskar, Krittibas puroskar, Sunil Gongopadhyay Smriti Samman, Kalpatoru Samman, Utsav Puroskar, Telegraph Shee Award and Sahitya Akademy Golden Jubilee Award. |
