Dr. Ranjit Dutta MA, M Phil, Ph D, is a bilingual Poet, Novelist, Critic, lyricist and Translator and published in Assamese, English language. He has authored three novels in Assamese namely “Keijonman Bondhu dutiman Golpo Aru Ekhon Upayanakh”, “Kolahirar Dekholoi” and “Nishter Kothare”.
He has translated six volumes of poetry in Assamese such as “Hridoyot Junak”, “Kehraj Buliya Anubhob”, “Kobita Mur Mouna Prohoror”, “Niribili Nijanote”, “Hur Eti Diyana”, “Hunyata Aru Kulaholor Dumujat”.
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Translated five volumes of world poetry from English to Assamese such as “Esati Hugodhi Moloya Part I, II and III” and “East Wind”. “Flows Like a River” from Assamese to English, “Tumer Sokulur Hekh Tupaltu” from English to Assamese and “Hei je Anurag” from Hindi to Assamese.
He has also published another translation works of poetry from Bengali to Assamese with his co-poet Rajarshi Patranabis entitled “Nirjon Soikot – Luit Hoogli” of west Bengal. Poetry of Dr Dutta is also published a cross various anthologies as well as in various eminent journals of the country. He is the recipient of State and National Awards. He has been associated with various social activities particularly in the field of education and Assamese Poetry. He was also awarded “Somaj Pran” and “Somaj Ratna award” for his brilliant contribution towards the society and also “Anubad Ratna” award for his outstanding contribution in translation of poetry to various languages.
With your ardour In that green valley You raised your hand To the evening sky, I remember too. Looking two glazing stars of That silvery evening, Two cormorants were Swimming in the morass Chewing the verses Fearing nothing.
Keeping aside The gloomy darkness, I was talking with my Poetry of cosmic green Who was grazing in your bosom. Suddenly Her rude face and your blue costumes searched someone In broken words. The wan pink spread silken perfume On her cottony body, My poetry fell in the bog While you came close and closer, The evening dream of Blue and pink Became pale green.
Bohag (Part 1) I should have put on the windcheater jacket before going out. A full-sleeve tee shirt wouldn’t have been bad either. The morning breeze in the…
Beside The New Mosque By success, I mean paradise. Dwellers of paradise find absolution from their daily sins on a daily basis. That is why, to me, the truly…
Pancham: The Urban Timbre (Part 9) A few photographs to commemorate Rahul Dev Burman. In his short and rich career as a music director, Rahul has worked with almost all the…
Pancham: The Urban Timbre (Part 8) On October 31, 1975, Sachin Dev Burman passed away. He suffered a stroke while rehearsing a song with Kishore Kumar for Hrishikesh Mukherjee’s movie, Mili (1975). At…
My Love In The Folds Of Mountain In the realm where mountains loom, With folds of Secrets and sorrows, There lies a love That brightly blooms, Beyond the Reach of dark tomorrows.
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