Poet Pronab Kumar Majumder

Pronab Kumar Majumder who born in 1941, In that part of British India Which apparently fell to East Pakistan, Now present-day Bangladesh And so marking the commotion They moved and migrated to India, Calcutta In 1957 After is passing of the Intermediate Exam. Just as a refugee. Pronab did his graduation, Qualified for the state level civil service And joined To be elevated to the rank of the special secretary To be finally superannuated in 2001, But poetry as his avocation Did not leave him behind. After starting with Dialogue With Time, Replies of Time, Life And Eternity, In The Ruins of Time, Creating Kiling Cosmic Time, Where Time Is Dead, OnTime UnTime, Time Never Returns to Console and Other Poems, Sparkles of Time, My India: Through The Corridor of Time, Where I Is A Noun, He has emabarked on a long poetical career. The titles do not exhaust, There are many in his stock, Faces of Love, Passage to Peace, Random Poetry, Sundown Poetry & Other Poems, HaikuFair, Dialogue with Rimi, Poetry House, Adieu: Dear Rimi, A long carreer indeed, A book launch after another, Prolific indeed. Pronab is a time man, Activating not for a blast, but detonating the time bomb; A keeper of time, A curator of the museum of it, Marking sun-dials, clock towers, Wrist watches and their history Of making. Ghari, bela, danda, prahar not, But the mementoes, Souvenirs, Diaries speak out In the poetry of his, The milestones put up On the ways long and leading to, In time things gathering And in time disintegrating. Time as the lifeline, timeline, The curriculum vitae, the bio-profile, The calendar on the wall, The horoscope, The crisscrosses of fatelines, All telling that. But he drawing and deriving not from The astronomers and the astrologers, The soothsayers and fortune tellers, The palmists and the face readers, He writing the history of time, The time-line of human life, speeding and resting, Through measured lengths.