Manik Chakraborty

Manik Chakraborty
Manik Chakraborty
 
Manik Chakraborty was born in 1966 in Hat Uttar Sreepur village of Fulgazi Puran Munsi in Feni district of Bangladesh. He wrote with chalk in 1979. The first newspaper was edited by Tarun Kanth. The first organization was the Kamal Sahitya Sangsad, which collected money from the school's tiffin
Manik Chakraborty is regularly writing and publishing articles in popular magazines of different countries including Europe, America, Iran, Egypt, Turkey, Iraq, Albania, Greece, Lebanon, Vietnam, and outside the country.
 Apart from that, he received hundreds of awards from Europe, Middle East Asia and other countries.
Manik Chakraborty is managing four international magazines. 1)  bunsare 2) Sovurnno 3) Jhumkolata 4) Sarno lata. Serving as the founder president of two organizations. Manik Chakraborty mainly writes on nature. Acclaimed as a successful rhymer publisher and organizer at home and abroad
 
WHAT A BURNING HEART.
 Manik Chakraborty.
 
What a burning heart.
The mind is burning, the body is burning.
Gloomy winds fly
 dark clouds,
Jochna's eyes are watery today.
 In the silent darkness
 looking for
And beside me
 Nishi's Shashi wakes up.
Listen to get ears
In the waves of the sea
The echo of the cry.
In the midst of confusion
ring up
Flute of pain.
Wet with tears
 faded sky
Dreams fly
In the land of Jonaki
 
THIS IS LIFE.
Manik chakrabarty.
 
Life is a stage
of acting and trickery,
behind laughter
of salty tears.
 
This is life like a flower
that blooms and falls,
dies prematurely due to disrespectful neglect.
 
This is life filled with joy
with laughter and songs,
burned by sorrow
and a drought awakens in the chest.
 
This is life itself and
sometime or later,
a storm of all destruction gathers in black clouds.
 
I look for the light
happiness of the world
Manik Chakraborty.
 
I look for the light
the happiness of the world,
I'm sleeping
mother's face
 
I look for the light
dark picture,
Across the morning sky
Ravi woke up.
 
I look for the light
the smile of the setting moon,
Like a drunkard
so love