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Misinterpretation Of Poet Mahmud Kamal

Misinterpretation Of Poet Mahmud Kamal



Still, I can remember the day Poet Mahmud Kamal and I got together, and that's the most graceful day and happiest day he the poet did enjoy or not is beyond my conscience, but I grabbed  each and single moment we had had together, and the moment are even today in my hand with the gladness of the spreading wings of a colorful butterfly. The year is 2002 in Holdia, Kolkata, India. In my another article I'll write in detail about the day and incidents I'd a great chance to have spent with him and others, obviously guys  from literature realm. Here, in this article my try is to take every body's look to his works, his time, personality and his contemporary era in a short form.
If anyone is asked in a word about the great poetry master T. S. Elliot, who's he, of which will be a really confusing and perplexing weird, but those who little bit get acquainted about him and his work, the answer is as easy as a baby rhymes, and they'll say, Oh, yes, he's our man, and a poet of ours.
No doubt, poet Mahmud kamal   is a person, who hasn't touched the apex of the poetic height as T. S. Elliot did. But, Mahmud Kamal what he's done and been getting himself involved in the activities with no aim and earthly interest is in a word mentionable and his names be written in literature history and also, for the contribution of his time as another two poets: Poet Abid Anowar and Poet Mozibul Hoque Kabir, these poets are comparable than any other poets in their time, especially they're taken into account for the writing of the  prose on poetry. The works of These twos should be reviewed and given light, and it's the demand of the time.
Ok, let's now see Poet Mahmud Kamal the reason he deserves to be evaluated and focuses on him, his works and his movement in relation to the time:
  • writes in a form of Chakovian style.
  • compiles his time through poetry profile,
  • makes a legendary breeze among the old and the young in one umbrella.
  • creates new generation, those who're in remote areas and don' have any opportunity to make a strong platform
  • etc.
Let Mahmud Kamal be discussed or not who cares ot not, but he the poet Mahmud Kamal thinks little of it. He only thinks how to head the time forwar. Here lies the greatness of his.  Days are so far, let so be it, Poet Mahmud Kamal must be at the edge of  his goal. Like him there're many more Mahmud Kamal awaiting to be brought to light. No misinterpretation of any great person we the common people want to be dis evaluated or hidden behind our eyes.


 

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