I. Cats are to be hated. And their whining, which some might lovingly define as meowing, is nothing but tiresome whimpering. At least that was what my mother said she—not my mother—my cat—did. “Why did […]
—-One—- In the farthest end of the horizon across the river by the edge of a forest surrounding the dark hills sat a cottage made of dried palm leaves and rattan sticks in which lived […]
I I’d take snakes for hair Any night and any day. I’d knot them and braid them. I’d toss them in the air They’d dance and they’d hiss They’d dangle, they’d kiss You and you […]
Publisher : Sabiha Huq, Professor of English, Khulna University, Bangladesh
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