Nirmalendu Goon (Bengali: নির্মলেন্দু গুণ)is a Bangladeshi poet, and one of the most popular poets in Bangladesh, lauded by many for his accessible verse in an age where Bangla poetry has become increasingly complex.
Early Life
Nirmalendu Goon was born in Barhatta in Netrokona, in undivided India, now in Bangladesh.
Goon was one of the few people who openly protested Sheikh Mujibur Rahman's assassination in 1975 in a period when even mentioning Mujib was considered dangerous.
Poetry
His first book of poetry was published in 1970. Since then he has published forty-five collections of poetry and twenty collections of prose. Part of the generation of poets of 1960s, Goon's poetry contains stinging criticism of the nouveau riche and a touching description of the contrasting fate of the masses. A love of freedom and faith in the human spirit also permeates many of his poems. An avowed Marxist, Goon has also written poems urging an upheaval of the poor against the rich. He also has written a number of poems on important personalities, including Rabindranath, Sheikh Mujib, Lenin, Shakti Chattopadhyay and others.
Painting
He drew the cover of his first book of poetry. In late years he started to paint on a regular basis. The first exhibition of his paintings was held in the seminar room of Public Library, Dhaka in July 2009.
Awards
Bangla Academy Award (1982)
Ekushey Padak (2001)
Trivia
Quote: "Poem is similar to the playing of cricket. A good batsman likes to wait for a good ball to hit, so a good poet always waits for a good line to surface and be recorded."
Poet Sa'd Bin Ard is a great fan of Nirmalendu Goon.
In her recent autobiography, Taslima Nasrin, relates that Nirmalendu Goon acknowledged being a dacoit in his youth.
There is a big crowd at the Police Station.
Suspicious soldiers in the city are taking away all firearms.
Frightened citizens, in accordance with military
directives, are depositing their shotguns,
...
Maybe I’m no human, humans are different;
They can walk, they can sit, and they can wander room to room
They are different; they are afraid of death, scared of snakes.
Maybe I’m no human. Then how can snakes raise no fear within me?
...
'Cause a poem will be written, with eager excitement
Lacks and lacks of excited anxious eager rebelious audiences are waiting
Till dawn on the beach of the park that turned into an ocean of crowd-
'When is the poet arriving?' 'When is the poet arriving?
...
I have never tasted the fruit
of the forbidden tree,
I have been waiting. waiting.
like the sea that waits for the river
...
You are leaving: the steamboat starts off undulating the river
Amidst the clamour of engine
From behind the cloud of smokes
Beauty of your weary face gleams
...