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(for Manoranjan Byapari, a rickshaw puller  who writes Bangla novels, stories and autobiography)
--Jaydeep Sarangi

You may dismiss all I record here
                    Stop! Please don’t ignore them as junk...
                     Here it goes....Hope you hear me....
                    You will hear me one day, sure!
                     You can never hide your face, Priyotosh.
                   We’ll get you in streets and lanes
                    Of this incredible city of joy.
               
Long struggles 
demystified Byapari of false tags 
of the caste-ridden  society 
beauty in the working class,
cooperation among the have-nots, 
humanism among rebels, 
simplicity among outcastes.

Byapari drinks them all.....
he salvages various concepts
from the hasty derogatory labels of the privileged, 
and makes the understanding concepts
more complete and realistic. 

We remain 
as hands folded in inaction;
prisoners outside jail.
Lectures move electorate in a civil society
Justice cries in a caged cell.

Byapari writes a new history
as Shankha Ghosh recommends
his books for Bangla readers, 
only Hope against Hope.
Artists are legislators of the world!
let there be enough crackers to celebrate 
it further
under an alien sky.

There is hardly anything ‘complete in completeness’.

 (Shankha Ghosh is a Bengali Indian poet and critic.He released Byapari’s book, “Amanushik” and spoke for Manoranjan Byapari on the 27th August,2013 in an evening gathering in Kolkata)

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