dumbfoundry

Tridib Dastidar, a well-known poet of the country, died of heart failure on the night of 24 November at his Green Road residence in Dhaka. A bachelor, he was to turn 52 on the coming 31 December.

Hailing from Chittagong, late Dastidar emerged as a promising poet in the mid-seventies when he decided to settle permanently in Dhaka. In the following years he became more serious with writing poetry, finally coming out as a remarkable poet presenting in his work a blend of love and nature and socio-political realities. Dastidar took part in the 1971 Liberation War as a Freedom Fighter. [...]

It's too late for you to arrive now, love
It's too late for you to come now, life
It's too late, it's all too late…

I don't know whether to feel glad that it's finally over or whether to mourn such a flamboyant life full of poetry and pain.
Belal bhai said that his last days had become wretched. " He had diabetes, blood pressure and abscess on his body. His heart was only half functioning. He was drinking, smoking and led a very careless life." [...]
His poems were fresh, full of surprises and musical. The early years were his happier moments because the future held promise and he was healthy and young and writing and already famous.

It was better that he went away in his sleep after suffering a cardiac arrest. I think he sort of just stopped living. [...]

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