Kalyan Chakraborty is a Chartered Accountant and have his honous and master’s degree in Accounting from the University of Dhaka, Bangladesh.
He born in Barishal, Bangladesh on 12.08.1957. His publication number is 29 of which there are book of poems, shorty stories, novel. In his publication one book of poems both English and Bengali and one book of poems in English containing 190 poems and pages was 272. He also wrote a number of songs.
Golden Egg
The dream of hope becomes a golden egg and smiles in the eastern sky.
Every day, a scarlet flower blooms above the desert.
A fragrant handkerchief flies across the open bed of the sky.
The clock of time rings with the sound of youth.
This is not a horse’s egg, but the golden eyes of desire.
Considering the price, it does not hide its face in the folds of its chest.
The craftsmanship of new tribes, according to the type of colour,
burns higher, the flame of desire is matched.
This illusion is spread throughout the body of the thunderbolt
It surrounds this delta as a forest of illusion
It is desired by everyone yet it does not blossom
Democracy is a hot egg of blood-soaked desire.
This is no longer gold, it takes on the colour of a gold brick,
Confusing it as if it were one of the same kinds as gold,
All things seem like golden images in the eyes,
Where is democracy, where does it live as a golden egg?
Just as the morning sky lays golden eggs every day,
The death of a person will bring a feast day by day.
Dhaka, 12.02.2026
Mother
Mother is synonymous with the Omkar of Brahma.
Mother holds this great era of creation-continuity-destruction.
A blind love surrounds the mother.
Only a mother can give birth to a human being.
The birth of life or the laying of eggs is impossible without a mother.
Mother is the offspring of creation – the lotus flower of generations.
From birth to death, a mother walks a path of consciousness.
This female figure is a wonderful creation of nature.
The touch of the idol transforms the body into a paradise.
The mother creates a paradise in the atrium of dreams, creating traditional beauty.
The world is so beautiful because she gave it to her.
The future of the nation depends on her honour.
A nation whose mother is in a high position gives birth to good children
A good nation without a good mother is far from even a dream.
Dhaka, 14.02.2026
Stop for a Moment
If you speak in a garbled, inaudible language, it hurts your voice
The word comes from Aryavartya, so it knows the civilisation
The ShabdaBrahman is the password of atomic energy
It should not be planted in eucalyptus trees and watered.
It should be soaked in the fragrance of shiuli flower.
Cannonballs are not endless, so they demand restraint.
Words also have an end, unnecessary talk is not desirable
Oh king, avoid boastful speech
The strategy of stopping is the best education
Know how to stop, move forward with a restrained mind
Cars without brakes and speech without a wheel are the cause of accidents
A silent environment is needed for discovery
Solitude in pursuit gives success in achieving the intended goal
The power of silence is much greater than loud slogans
Silent resistance vibrates more than shouts
Stop for a moment, if you don’t know how to stop, you can’t stop anyone.
Dhaka, 23.02.2026
March Against Death
Many have received calls for a march against death
That’s why young and old people have bought tickets and are standing
Death can be postponed if it comes now
The market is now flooded with capitalist advertising
Doctors are ready to prevent death
Prescriptions are being prescribed one medicine after another
This is how multinational companies’ flourish
Prescribed for serial test gives youth to the Diagnostic center
There is unique hospital to prevent death
The more capital, the bigger the hospital
With their power, Yamadoot finds no place to hide and dies
The procession behind the effective doctor is quite long.
This procession does not require a campaign.
The tail of the procession grows by itself due to its own urge.
It is human nature to try to prevent death.
Capitalism spreads its web in this interest.
People get caught in the trap of this web in the desire to prevent death.
Then the doctor waves his magic wand and the procession starts dancing to its heart’s content.
Dhaka, 22.02.2026
March to Poems
Leave the Padma’s Hilsa and take up the book of poetry
May the green, lush field be filled with the harmony of words
The cultivation of poetry must be done by washing away violence, hatred, inequality
This is the indicated solution to the dictionary of becoming a human being.
Make the house inside the whisper of words energised with youth
There is no more time to seek the leisure of sleep
Spread the sweetness of words immersed in words, words and words
Let Bengalis become human again and live in the fire of consciousness
To the youth whose youth has been gripped by the rust of antiquity due to the ravages of time
Let the heart, mind, and soul be filled with classical music.
Let the art of words be explored in search of infinity.
Let the equality and civilisation of poetry return.
Let the poetic verses of words ring in every house.
May the nectar of information be the element of youth’s conversation.
May all eyes shine together in the book of standard poetry.
All the marches have failed, now let there be a march of poetry.
Let the lamp of poetry burn in the heart and a collection of poems.
Dhaka, 22.02.2026
