Poems by Prosperina Sarkar (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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Poems by Prosperina Sarkar - Bangladesh
Prosperina Sarkar is a dedicated social worker. She was born on October 14, 1970, in the village of Shaldaire, under Belkuchi Police Station in Sirajganj district, to a respectable family. Her father, the late Rahmatullah Sarkar, was an esteemed school teacher, and her mother, Setara Begum, was a progressive and open minded modern thinker.
Author Prosperina Sarkar has been involved in various service-oriented activities since her college years. She obtained a Master's degree in Political Science from Eden College and an LLB from the National University. She worked for various NGOs for an extended period and later established a service-oriented organization called Mass Aid Program (MAP), with the primary aim of raising awareness and improving the quality of life for underprivileged communities.
In memory of her father, she established 'Rahmatullah Memorial Library.' Prosperina Sarkar is a cultural figure, with many of her songs and poems broadcast on Bangladesh Television. She is also a recitation artist. She founded a cultural institution for children named MAP Cultural Academy.
Prosperina Sarkar has received over 60 awards and honors from various organizations in Bangladesh and in Kolkata, India, for her significant contributions to human rights and literary works.
She has published 25 books, including research-based novels, poetry collections, story collections, and children's books. Her writings have been published in various newspapers and magazines. Additionally, she continues to work for social development as a beacon of light through various meetings, seminars, symposiums, and workshops in contemporary society.
SHIFTING THE BLAME ONTO SOMEONE ELSE
Everywhere there’s a dance of chaos, deceit, and lies,
Values, honesty, justice—now in heavenly skies,
In pride, they’ve taken flight,
Ideals, humanity, patriotism—floating out of sight.
Uproar and rebellion rage on the street,
Some hold the nation hostage, a power seat,
Others turn sacred faith into a gain,
Power games, self-interest tightly reign.
Chants rise—“They are thieves, they are crooks,”
Plundering the nation’s wealth, cooking the books,
“One day we’ll judge them, put them on trial,
When we claim that power seat, even if just for a while.”
Listen, dear countrymen, to our plea,
If through struggle we seize the authority,
We swear by all that’s dear, as warriors of truth,
We’ll lead with honesty, like Yudhishthira, in our youth.
But truly, it’s passing the buck, a shifting blame,
They too chase power, in the same game,
Two sides of the same coin, it seems,
Wise folks just smile, knowing the themes.
YET STILL
In the drama of life’s tale,
Layer by layer, complexities prevail,
Many struggles, failures set the scene,
Yet still, the fragrance of leaves and flowers green,
Send me your wishes, serene.
Life is a conflict of joy and peace,
Wandering in realms of dreams, a release,
Busy like machines in endless haste,
Yet still, in fleeting leisure, with grace,
Adorn me with your mind’s embrace.
Life is a relentless fight,
Moving forward with unstoppable might,
Weary body and soul, worn and thin,
Yet still, in feelings that delight, within,
Keep me in your heart, akin.
Life accumulates sorrow and pain,
Daily battles, victories to gain,
For the relative joy of a bird in flight,
Yet still, in your heart's quiet sight,
Dream of love with me at night.
Prepared Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter
