The notorious clouds have gathered round After a prolonged racing. Sun and summer departed and galloping lullabies Spilled out of dark moistening tongues Aching calls streamed from parched lips Of my grief-stricken mother. My […]
Mother, why is our sky so different? A sky blooming with a dark makeup, not rainbows, nor those sweet birds that herald the onset of peace. Everywhere we look now, Ashes cradle the fathers who […]
Publisher : Sabiha Huq, Professor of English, Khulna University, Bangladesh
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