This is Sk.Nurul. He permanently lives in a village Punnyagram, under Memari Police station, Burdwan, West Bengal.. about 67 km West from Kolkata. He begins his writings from the early school life. from class seven he was a subscriber the monthly science magazine Kishor Gayan Bigyan' published from Kolkata by a reputable publisher.he used to take part in quiz and science -oriented rhymes writings.he used to make many models guided by the magazine.besides listening radio was his passion and almost a hobby....dramas on radio was a favourite programme along with songs and news...the correspondence with foreign radio-channels..their programs in Bengali was also the happy days in school life e, g. Japan-radio NHK. BBC, Ahaban by Shrilanka etc..
but from H.S in science and then college and service all come in priority expelling the other sides...though it may seems mere excuse....He says.
" I believe I am not a poet or a writer neither by birth nor naturally i.e.I am not so spontaneous...if I write something I know it is after(here I believe T.S. Eliot's..stitching and UN-stitching theory) a hard struggle from my experiences and a little understanding of men and of the world...but I have only a passion so I am very enthusiastic for the writings of my Ongoing poetry-book " SONGS OF 26 & SONGS OF 47" ..here i have a specific goal.....I am not devoted to literature...my family and surroundings come first..."
Now he is an assistant teacher in a high school(h.s) namely Hizole High School(H. S) 'under Kandi block in the district of Murshidabad, West Bengal.
He is a journalist also.....writes columns...though he is freelance reporter he is deeply attached to two regional newspaper cum literary journals Rar Darpan and Murshidabad Alokshikha....in Bengali.....
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Poems and literary, political, social essays, both in English and Bengali are frequently seen in some Bengali Magazines and dailies......
I did not write you down in poetry
Least my readers discover you badly-
Pleading my poetic weakness;
I did not paint your face on canvas
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Frequent raining on paddy seeds reports that the monsoon is coming,
And forces the green jamuns and yellow dates for ripening.
Behold for their own mellow fruits none waits for the birds' invitation
The dancing, prancing and divine little lambs run to the dropping destination.
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The art of twisting,
The art of concealing
The art of reversing
The art of throwing people
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I was in a market on some day,
Suddenly I felt I am hungry such,
As if no problem was even on raw hay.
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We were present anyhow on the fine place
(It was an International Forensic Team) ,
Mountains were sympathetic to us.
At the stony place it was an evil juxtaposition
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