Sanchita: Kaji Najrul Islam Part 1
I am a Bengali by birth and if you ask me who is my fav poet from Bengal then the first name that I will take is …Kaji Najrul Islam, if my answer make you surprised then I will not at all be surprised, actually when the most of Bengalis are fond of R.N. Tagore then naturally my answer can make you surprised, in my post ‘Using The Name” in my another blog I have written how some people are fake worshipers of Tagore and also using his name…
Gone are the days…there was a time when I used to be an orator, there were no one expect my sister who could defeat me in that field, later I realized it more deeply that she is far better orator than me and at present when that quality has almost vanished from me she has achieved more perfection, those days we both have taken part in many cultural programs as an orator also(won lots of prizes) so naturally we had read lots of Bengali poems apart from our Bengali text books.
Why Najrul is fav to me?…the first and foremost reason is…his writing contains human pains and sufferings, the social and political conditions during independence in a very simple way, some people are there who have tried to raise a comparison between Tagore And Najrul but I have no such intention, yes, Tagore has also written about human pains and sufferings but he has taken those to too much deeper level which sometime becomes tough to realize in one read.
I must mention here that there was very good relation between Najrul Islam and Rabindranath Tagore and Najrul used to respect him as “Gurudev”.
Kaji Najrul Islam is known as “Rebel poet” for his writings for political and social justice.
“Snachita” is the collection of his writings which contains 79 poetries and 17 songs.
Let me share a stanza from his poem…
ক্ষুধাতুর শিশু চায় না স্বরাজ, চায় দুটো ভাত, একটু নুন,
বেলা ব’য়ে যায়, খায়নি ক’ বাছা, কচি পেটে তার জ্বলে আগুন।
কেঁদে ছুটে আসি পাগলের প্রায়,
স্বরাজের নেশা কোথা ছুটে যায়!
কেঁদে বলি, ওগো ভগবান তুমি আজিও আছে কি? কালি ও চুন
কেন ওঠে না ক’ তাহাদের গালে, যারা খায় এই শিশুর খুন?
Translation…Those hungry kids do not care about Independence, they want some rice and little salt, the hour is late, they have nibbled nothing yet, their stomach is burning in hunger, hearing the cry I rush like an insane, the addiction for Independence vanishes, “O God, do you still exist? Why they don’t get proper punishment who suck the blood of these children?”…I said bemoaning.
In my next post I will share some interesting facts about Najrul Islam and some lines from his poems…