If someone who has not heard the name of Shankha Ghosh proposes to you, what will you do?
Poems written on light rice. But when is it possible to write a poem about a living person? Everyone will agree, when that man exceeds the standard of generality and exists far above. Yes, in the death of Shankha Ghosh, the Bengalis lost the poetic struggle which was the refuge in the heart of the student, in the conscience of the middle class, in the darkness of the society. From those fifties, he worked very quietly to bridge the gap between politics and public life. His poetry has touched life but has never become a slogan.
There were two distinct trends in Bengali poetry of the forties. On one side was the neo-romantic poet Arun Kumar Sarkar, Naresh Guhra. On the other hand, Subhash Mukherjee and Birendra Chatterjee started dreaming of a change of days in poetry. Shakti Chattopadhyay, Sunil Gangopadhyay, Sarat Mukherjee, Tushar Roy, the poets of the fifties came to write these two genres. Freedom, the emptiness of partition, the sense of personal danger led them to anarchy. It was at this time that Shankha Ghosh came to write, but he withdrew first. He came to write in a low voice from a distance from the night-wandering of the words of competition-soul. Where the Alta of time or the blood-stained feet will leave a shadowy impression. The first book of poetry written in this way is “Days and Nights”.
Raising slogans along the way and poetry is not one. But Shankhababui explained that poetry cannot go to another pole by cutting off time, for the time being in Shantikalyan Kavyagranthe. On the stormy day of 1966, the pain in the pen continued unabated. Not Committed Poetry, Dear Student: Shankhababu writes on the death of Timirbaran Singh-‘The field becomes heavy in the name of fog / Route march towards the horizon / Is it lying in the middle of the road and is it Krishnacura?
In the 90’s, his book of poems ‘Lainei Chilam Baba’ came into the hands of the readers. At the same time, sitting in Shimla, he wrote a collection of Gandharva poems. One political rivalry the other is a purely personal utterance. If two books are left side by side, it has to be said from the words of Joy Goswami, the speed of his poetic mind is in the abyss.
Midnight Calcutta never ruled, maybe didn’t want to. However, his mind has started to leave the highway and take the alleys. That is why a poem is born whose name is ‘Learn to see by walking’. Is written –
‘Learn to see what is falling on the head of the day and night
Another in Calcutta sir, another in Calcutta
Mr. Babumshai. ‘
Shankha Ghosh has been a worshiper of silence, his implicit, short utterance has thundered in Nandigram, Kamaduni. No one has ever been able to silence him. To the middle class Bengalis, this seems to be the absolute gift from him.
It is only natural that Gansalut’s posture to pay his respects to his family at the end of the day should be returned to his family. Only the sound of oars can be felt in the ribs of many people forever.