Original: “Beral” by Jibanananda Das Translation: (Utpal Chattopadhyay) All day long I keep bumping into this cat; In the shade of a tree, in the sun, in the congregation of brown leaves. I find him […]
Tashrif, my dear little sister, If I told you what I see coming, some night, In some ungodly hour, to the sound of unearthly sirens And gunshots at a distance, closing in on our ears, […]
My trunk is dry and leaf brittle. I was born as a pebble rattled. I try and I reach but all I find Is more cold, hard, cruel, cragged! Lend me a drop, lend me […]
That evening we had screening of “Paris Is Burning” in a tiny space that was designated for unwanted dreamers and revolutionaries who wore t-shirts that bore everything but the name of our university. A loud […]
I fail to take my stand. My city has drifted away. This city threatens to engulf me. Though the Sarnath Stupa is another scarred bodhi tree brick-built, of withering telos, and though, enamoured of […]
He could have got away unharmed. He chose not to. Instead he jumped– -Syed Adil Hussain Shah the lionheart, the pony owner worth rupees three hundred a day, in spite of coarse life, poverty, darkness, […]
Are you just a picture now? Or an intense complex image, still second person present indefinite? If I return and adhere to what the scriptures declare and sages-past and present- aver, you acquired mystery and […]
Had I been living here one hundred and fifty years ago, young and flowering, as many young men and women flowered then—gladly opening up to the festive, flickering paradoxical rays of the fugitive Renaissance of […]
All of a sudden, Someone arrived from heaven and said, “Hello!” I, in doubt, Couldn’t decide what to say As a little voice of innocence Mesmerized me with an air of smile. But my tongue […]
The piano and my beloved by the piano, The flower or star inside her hair, And my hand with a burning cigarette, An urn of alcohol or an aroma of affection, I don’t know a […]
Publisher : Sabiha Huq, Professor of English, Khulna University, Bangladesh