Bio:-
Abin Roychoudhury (born September 2, 1987, in Mangalkote, West Bengal, India) is a prominent Bengali poet, essayist, lyricist, and writer. He gained special recognition in the literary circles for his debut poetry collection, Itipurbe Bolini, published by Ananda Publishers; his other notable poetry collections include Golap Nirapekkha Noy and Bibarna Cycle. Leaving his teaching profession behind, he fully devoted himself to literary pursuits. His popular song "Norom Sobdo Chhuye Dao" is available on major music platforms. He has presented essays at All India Radio, alongside participating in the Krittibas and India-Bangladesh Poetry Festivals. His poems have been published in all notable magazines across India and Bangladesh, as well as in international platforms such as Revista Innombrable (where a selection of his Bengali poems was published in Spanish translation), Atunis (where his Bengali poems appeared in Turkish translation, alongside features on Atunis Galaxy Poetry), World Inkers (jointly published from America and Senegal), Australia’s Multicultural Press, Belgium’s Atunis, Philippines' Artista De Colores, and the Albanian literary magazine Gazeta Destinacioni, desh, abp, sindh courier, etc. Furthermore, he has expanded his literary footprint into translation by rendering Turkish poet Serkan Engin's English poem into Bengali, which has been published on the international poetry platform AllPoetry. For his contributions to literature, he has been honored with the Mallika Sengupta Smriti Puraskar. Currently, he resides in the village of Panuhat near Katwa, West Bengal.
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Thursday, October 15, 2026
Poems: Abin Roychoudhury
Eclipse
The fan is whirling, as if a sun
A butterfly on my mosquito net, as if a moon
And I'm the earth, lying, darkness
Union
No one is home
And the door is open
I embrace my solitude, kiss it,
Engraving streaks of lightning in her breasts
And two bodies, as if two disheveled waves—
Though the door is open, solitude doesn't leave, when the union ends...
Grief
A lonely ant walks across the wall,
getting drenched in the rain...
I gave it all my grief.
Considering it food, it ate all my sadness up.
Having consumed the grief, it became human, and I—an ant
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