The air is slick with the stench of tomorrow, and I can no longer find the remnants of today. As of now, the “What if’s” feed me. I am overfed. Before the great fall, […]
The night has settled for a long time already, I have found refuge there, in the plight of the steady. Against the world for its noise and filthy commotion, On the pillow I rest, while […]
The wind always seems to interrogate me, Which is why I detest it. Nature always seems to make me pay my dues Which is why I fear it. And the loathing? A bounty for not […]
In the sky downcast by stifled doubts that haunt, A vicenarian, a woman, she doth roam, Conscience heavy, guilt about a daunting font, Through solitude, she hunts for an idyllic home. She yearns to abscond […]
A wrinkle carved out on my fallen face, like a bad fold on my lifeline. A crevasse where their passages, their lies, and vile deceptions still nestle. One gray strand amongst my thick Lucious field […]
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, […]
Publisher : Sabiha Huq, Professor of English, Khulna University, Bangladesh
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