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Maina Gam
Poems Of Stories,Documentary And Other Writings In The Assamese & English Language.

Born: 1999,Majuli

Nationality: Indian

Education : Engineering & B. Sc Known for : Poems Writings

Movement : Indian anti- corruption movement

College : National Institute of Engineering and Technology- NIET

Peasant Cooperatives Poems Of Stories,Documentary And Other Writings In The Assamese & English

Hobbies Driving, Comedy , Deep Sea Fishing Majuli

About life
The present book is an anthology of the poetic writing of Maina Gam, in Assamese and English languages.

Mr. Gam’s writings are proverbial, respectful and humane, and his style is cogent, succinct and direct. He employs a rich vocabulary with a remarkable sense of rhythm. His poems are not mere repetitions of old themes but new creations in the language he knows best – his native Assamese.

A sudden awareness that there was enough poetry for publication at last led to the decision to publish it this way.

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Assamese is a language that has its roots in Sanskrit, and has been influenced by the languages of Tibet, Burma, India and Bangladesh.

The literature of this region is mostly based on folklore and tradition. The literature here is also called as Adivasi literature.

There are many poets who have left a deep impression on this region. Maina Gam was one such poet who wrote in the Assamese Language and influenced by the works of Rabindranath Tagore. His poems were spread over different forms like stories, documentary and other writings in the Assamese & English Language.

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Maina Gam was born in 1-1-1999

She had been one of the first Indian Man poets to write poetry in English when she was only 9 years old. She wrote many poems, stories, dramas and other writings in the Assamese and English languages.

The vast majority of her work focuses man issues such as marriage, education, domestic violence etc.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,

And what I assume you shall assume,

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,

I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,

Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,

I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,

Hoping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance,

Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,

I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,

Nature without check with original energy.