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Lay yourself down, when you wish to be born lay yourself down in a grassy field meadow pasture lay yourself down and say Ma Baba Ma Baba Soon your body will become this tiny in the…
Joy Goswami is an Indian poet. Goswami writes in Bengali and is widely considered as one of the most important Bengali poets of his generation. Biography Joy was born in Kolkata. His family moved to Ranaghat, West Bengal shortly after and he has lived there ever since. Goswami was introduced to and encouraged with respect to poetry by his father, a well-known political worker in the area. He lost his father at the age of six, after which the family was sustained by his mother, a teacher. She died in 1984. Goswami's formal education stopped early, in grade eleven. By this time he was already writing poetry. After a long period of writing in little magazines and periodicals, his writing was finally published in the influential Desh Patrika. This brought his immediate critical acclaim and so long after his first poetry collection was published, named Christmas o Sheeter Sonnetguchchho (Sonets of Christmas and Winter). He has received the Anita-Sunil Basu Award from the Bangla Academy, Govt of W.B. the prestigious Ananda Purashkar in 1989 for Ghumiyechho, Jhaupata? (Have you slept, Pine leaf?) and the Sahitya Akademi Award, 2000 for his anthology Pagali tomara sange(With you, O crazy girl).)
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A mound of earth a heart Crowned by a set of bones playing Bones. Dice. Bones.…
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An eye had wandered, to another’s beloved, her leg. When, carelessly, her sari lifted just a little - Outside, the rain comes down. A lantern’s been lowered underneath the table, i…
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A name I’ve written on a blade of grass On the date my mother breathed her last.…
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Dusk has fallen. Go home. Don’t wait any more. Trees, flats, trees, signboard, trees In between the slate sky - in the distance, shops by evening…
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Dead peacock in the dream The moonlight fell upon his body Cactus in the veranda…
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If you ask me, 'what have you done with your life' then I must tell you... One day I vomited, one day I swallowed…
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I have brought the sacrificial goat To the heap of grass, leaves and bark He has forgotten his last beheading…
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In the evening sadness comes and stands by the door, his face Is hidden, from the dying sun he took some colors and painted his body The sadness comes in the evening, I stretched m…
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Ma comes and stands by the window The river swift below…
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Ash moves in the room, printed in darkness Paper, book, cover, painting, the call of dead birds--- Ashes moving in the room, what is suppressed in the room One trunk of stories wan…
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Suspicion comes and sits on his shoulder one morning, Slowly with long, thin beak, it cleans his ear, When his eye closed with pleasure--- suspicion--- with a tweet entered into th…
On the roof a senseless child. Growing long its neck goes off to drink from a faraway pond.…
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Out the hull of the boat falls the scull into the water One heave of the ashblack water and then darkness…
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By deeper water, upon greener rock, I had pitched my tent And washed away with care the colour of my scream Your bone and stone ornaments dried on wet rock And Night would spread i…
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