Suparna Hembram

Suparna Hembram, hailing from the state of West Bengal, has been honored with the prestigious National Literature Award 2024 by the Indian Literature & Arts Society. This accolade recognizes her outstanding contributions to the realm of English poetry, where her work has consistently demonstrated a remarkable blend of artistic depth and social consciousness.

The award highlights not only her individual talent but also the cultural richness of West Bengal, a region known for its vibrant literary heritage. Suparna's poetry is characterized by its aesthetic richness, weaving together intricate imagery and profound themes that resonate with readers on multiple levels. Her ability to address pressing social issues through her art sets her apart in the contemporary literary landscape.

As she receives this esteemed recognition, Suparna Hembram stands as a beacon of inspiration for aspiring poets and writers. Her commitment to crafting verses that are both beautiful and meaningful underscores the power of literature to reflect and influence society. The National Literature Award 2024 serves as a testament to her exceptional skill and the impact of her voice in the world of poetry.

The Degrading World

I wonder how the world was,

            Before I was born.

Was it made in a day or it took hours?

         Thinking of these took my sleep away,

And all I did was just yawn!

I do hope the world was a better place,

          Not like the world I live today!

All have thrown away their goodness

         Seeing the negative in them,

Believe me, I have nothing else to say!

The world is filled with so many people

           And yet you can trust none!

The only thing which makes them cripple.

          Busy with nothing, doing everything

Slowly forgetting, how it feels to have fun!

Why has the world become so bitter?

       Why can’t they stand together?

Why is it so hard to trust each other?

     Was this world always like this?

Was this always a place deprived of bliss!

Musical Love

I loved how his fingers moved with grace,

I lost my sense of time and of space.

The music he played made me sure,

He’s majestic like his piano, so very pure.

His voice sounds so euphonious

Its pleasant to my ears, it sounds melodious.

His fingers fluttered like a butterfly,

The gentle glides have the power to mystify

As the rhythm he creates with each key

Makes my heart race with delightful glee.

The silent longing within me for his cadence

Has become my heart’s sweet symphony of dance.