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DARLING By Dils Debojyoti Sinha You are my heart, You are my song, I have ruined my life Only for you. For you, I am self-oblivious Though to others, a trash. Yet people know that You are my great darling. I have ruined my life Only for you. You are my hope, You are my faith, Even if this life gets withered No remorse. As I have already offered This life to you. Let me turn to ashes Burning in the fire of misery, I know I will be in heaven If I can die for you. Even if this life gets withered No remorse. As I have already offered This life to you. (Based on “THOIGO”of Madan Mohan Mukharjee, one of the pioneers of Bishnupriya Manipuri modern poetry.First published in SELPUNG,1997)

Dils Debojyoti Sinha, Mumbai The boat of the Bishnupriyas got afloat again In the sea of time, bisecting the waves of misery. Come on, ride quickly. Do not get afraid of the storm of clan discriminations among us. Come on, ride quickly by chanting the name of Lord Bishnu. Tanubabu and Kirtibabu are the flags And are flying high defying the storm. Do not get afraid , come on, ride quickly The boat is afloat negotiating the waves. Mahendrababu is the sailor, Krishnadas the helmsman Dhirachandra, Nila Mukharjee are with them to assist, Rudrababu is the shed, Krishnakumar the pushing pole, Falguni, Babuchand B.L. are the oarsmen. The boat is afloat braving the waves Do not get afraid, come on , ride quickly Jadab master is the first passenger from the Madai's Nadia from Kanchanbari, a lot from Halhali Though some villages are curiously away Causing, for all, a painful concern. To board in the boat from the shore The linking plank, made of Gokul's heart, is...

Dils Debojyoti Sinha,Mumbai With reference to bio-data etc of Sri L.K.Sinha I would like to say a few more lines. Regarding his mother’s name he contested that it is 'Juthi'  and not ‘Jyoti’ and it derived from the Sanskrit word ‘Juthi’ which means jasmine. In this context I would like to say that ‘Juthi’ is a typical Bengali word and its equivalent in Sanskrit would be ‘Yuthi’. In our pronunciation ‘th’ is very prominent as in ‘methi’,’mathi’,’prithibi,’rathi-maharathi’, ‘rathindra’ etc.It is so prominent that sometimes we impose it on ‘dh’ too as in Radha>Ratha, Radhamohan>Rathamohan etc. So, there is no chance of pronouncing ‘Juthi’ as ‘Juti’ specially, as the name of a person. The quoted Bengali (Brajabuli) lines ‘ Jadaba baliya gathaihe juthi, Madhaba baliya  gathe Malati ’ inspired him to glorify her name as an afterthought, after her death, in the line of Pt Nilamadhab with Malati (as is available in the bl...

Dils Debojyoti Sinha, Mumbai The article " A Peek into Bishnupriya Manipuri Literature " published on 30 December 2010 prompted me to write a few lines on Sri L.K.Sinha. To start with I would like to say that his mother's name which is mentioned as late Juthi Devi, as far as I know was Jyoti (commonly pronounced as 'Juti').His pen name is mentioned as Dils Lakshmindra Sinha but this information seems to be incomplete as his widely-known pen names are 'Bhulanath' and 'Bakalam'. He is also known to his native villagers and relatives as 'Bokka'. This nick name is fondly given by them for his simplicity and meek nature in his childhood. So far his knowledge of languages are concerned he is not only an expert in Bishnupriya manipuri and English but also in Hindi, Bengali and Assamese. He had formal education in all the languages as mentioned above except Assamese and it deserves special mention that he acquired mastery over this language by h...

By Dils Debojyoti Sinha, Mumbai For whom I cry nobody understood They thought it otherwise Though I cry only for their good. They do not think for the hard days to come Rather busy in finding faults with others; When I talk of reforms they thought I do it only to coverup my weaknesses. Nobody thinks about the hard days ahead Rather passing the days foppishly By giving to others the whole dividend. They have the eyes to see But no mind to apply, When I try to point it out Simply termed me as selfish and rubbish. I told them to be spendthrift To go for self-woven clothes at best possible They thought that I am talking of it Only for my gain. I warned that poverty is gripping fast And to go for measures proper, They turned deaf ears and remained lavish Only to be stripped to the fun of others. I wandered from place to place And sang my heart out I got, indeed, a pleasant audience But a little who can judge and act. In practice nobody paid any heed to my w...

Bless Us By Dils Debojyoti Sinha Bless us, my people, bless us To upkeep the honour of our mother Let us start right from now: Bless us, my people, bless us. If the own children shrink to honour We can not expect from others the same. How far can we move with baseless boastings? We live with the euphoria of self-styled superiors Only to be branded as buffoons by others. Raged at the defaming terms about his mother Hurled at him by Arjuna, his father, Babru stood firm and killed him nearly. Let us remember, we carry the spirit of that blood. And, if we fail to uphold the dignity of our mother Let all of us get drowned than be the eunuchs. Let us not be fascinated by the alluring outer glow of others As blind imitations will lead us to nowhere But to a realm of utter dishonour. Let us mind the four, the riches, the learning, The unity and the sense of self-respect. Which have together the power to proclaim The end of all distress. We are thoughtl...