He was born on March 15, 1927 and died on February 12, 2002. Many of you are looking forward to sending articles to the newspaper, when the article will be published. But looking at the first month, there is no news of your writing. Even yours There is no letter sent to the editor. How do you feel then? I know many of you will not read the magazine in anger. Again, a month later will send a new text. When he saw it a month later, this time his name has been printed along with yours. Then Who gets you! There will be a lot of noise in the house. Friend The poet will give literary titles by joking. You may secretly endure all this and the first writing page will turn upside down in the middle of the night. But whatever you say, the joy of printing the first writing is easily forgotten? I used to get lost in an unknown state while reading poetry. There was a pull towards poetry. Once two words of a poem by Rabindranath Tagore Gese and Upazila, that dream took me to the land of Puri. In mind I thought I could make a sound bridge like his.
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