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Tagore, a Global Denizen

Rituparna dedicates a poem, in Bengali, to the Bard of Shantiniketan, as Special Feature, on his 159th birth anniversary. An exclusive for Different Truths.

In all emotions of our lives we find his poetry or his melody to perfectly fit in. And, language of rhyme and rhythm is universal, they say.

The Bard of Shantiniketan, being a global denizen, primarily is a Bengali and I have learnt to love him and his creations first in my mother tongue, Bengali. So, on his 159th birth anniversary, I dedicate a poem to him, written in his and my mother tongue, Bengali.

The poem is a humble tribute to Tagore where I admit that I have no audacity to compose poetry on him. Though an ordinary human, I can personify myself to some of the profound female characters his pen has traced. They are Sucharita, Labanya, Bijaya. I can amalgamate my ideals with his ideals of humanism since he is the friend,

guide and philosopher of millions of hearts of us, the ardent book lovers.

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Rituparna Khan
Rituparna Khan is an Assistant Professor in Geography at Bidhannagar College, Salt Lake, Kolkata. Her inclination to Literature, especially poetry is no less.  A few of her works are published and well appreciated and awarded in print as well as social media. Her first book, a collection of short stories, was launched at Kolkata International Book Fair, this year.

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