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Name and surname: |
JHELUM TRIBEDI
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Poem for the 4th and 5th round (Final / Grand Final): (TRANSLATION INTO MONTENEGRIN + YOUR NATIVE / ENGLISH LANGUAGE ) |
LIŠĆE Lišće pada, pada cijeli dan… lišće Baka mete Je li ovo čudo, kako ga zovete – Noćas će biti vatrometa Iracionalna susjedstva će se natrpati zagrijavajući se do neba punog zvijezda Naporni teret Baka skuplja sve ovo – čisto selo Lišće pada cijeli dan, lišće pada cijele godine… Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić LEAVES Jhelum Tribedi English translation by Moulinath Goswami. The leaves fall, they fall all day… leaves grandma sweeps Is this wonder, that you call – There’ll be a bonfire tonight The irrational neighbourhood shall throng warming up to the sky filled stars… The arduous burden The grandma gathers all these – A chaste thorp leaves fall all day, leaves fall throughout the year… ***** পলতাপাতা ঝিলম ত্রিবেদী পাতা খসে, সারাদিন পাতা খসে পাতা… ঠাকুরমা ঝাঁট দেয় একে কি বিস্ময় বলে? পাতার অধিক এই কিছু রাত্রে আগুন হবে রাত্রে আগুন হবে স্থির আলোচনা পোহাবে আকাশময়ী তারা ভেসে যাবে কন্যাদায় এ ই স ব পাড়াটি পুণ্যবতী পাতা খসে সারাবেলা, বারোমাস পাতা খসে যায়… ********** |
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Something special about you! |
To put is very simply, I am a poet. Nothing but a poet. This is my only vocation, occupation. Writing poetry is the objective of my existence. But then I write for other people too – marginalised people, who exist as mere nameless faces around us. I spent hours in roadside tea-stalls by the railway stations, or by a river, and listen to the saga of these voiceless people who come for a cup of tea. Their immense sorrows and their little joys manifest themselves in the poems I write. I only wish that the world remembers me as a poet who wrote for the huge multitude who were born as mere faces, and who died as mere faces. |
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What do you think is the main problem of peace in your country? Suggest solutions to us, and how to bring and preserve peace in your country with poetry? |
The main malady that acts as an invisible, gigantic barrier to peace is a person’s unending craving for more. More power, more wealth, more fame, more food. No sooner than his one want is fulfilled he is craving for more, and more. He is caught in a fresh desire for something else. it is an insatiable hunger. The entire focus of his existence is getting centered around his desire for more. Not achieving it, is leading to frustration, dejection, desperation. Despite being a social entity, he is not thinking for the society at large, but is thinking about satisfying his own desires and wants. Since it is impossible that one’s every want will be fulfilled, this is breeding an unreasoning unrest in people’s mental make-up, which is reflected through the various incidents of intolerance, discord, insurgency and turmoil, not only in India, but globally. This basic moral poverty in a person, fuelled by economic disparity, lack of equal opportunity, social exploitation, politically motivated vendetta and religious discrimination is ripping my country apart with discontent and tension at every socio-economic strata. Restoring peace in a country is a herculean task, but not impossible. Perhaps the solution lies in the moral up-gradation of a person, in the awakening of his conscience. We have become technological giants, but have remained as moral dwarfs. Where every country has not laid due emphasis in their academic syllabus is on the sphere of moral education. Even if it is there, the approach is lackadaisical, to say the least. Then there is religious intolerance. Moral education should be stressed upon in every school, from the kindergarten level upwards, with the same importance and priority with which mathematics, science or language is taught. The objective should be that one’s conscience never goes to sleep as he grows up and enters the ruthlessly complicated maze called life. Poetry can help achieve this goal. It is certainly a potent weapon to rage war against war, and bring about peace in the world. Poetry has this power to connect souls across geographical barriers. Had it not been so, then a person like me, sitting in one remote corner of India, would never have connected to the people of Bosnia. Through poetry one can spread the word of peace and love across all quarters, staring with the awakening of consciousness towards all that is just and good inside one’s own, infecting one’s neighbour with the same enlightenment, and gradually affecting the collective conscience of an entire country.Poetry is the mirror through which we see our soul, we see our self. |
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List of the published books: |
1. Niruddesh Somporkito Ghoshona, Bengali poetry collection (2015)
2. Brishti Pora Bari, Bengali poetry collection (2020) 3. Akhrot, Bengali poetry collection (2021) 4. Nawabgunj, poetry collection translated in English by Moulinath Goswami (2023) |
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Do you expect to win the contest? |
YES
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