Palash petals blaze the blithe sky sweet air slurps the lawn Marks of his teeth on her nocturnal lips summon a festive dawn Pigeons coo from cornice and roof peacocks in patio dance A good […]
In mum’s eyes my habit of dipping the biscuit in tea is a chronic dysfunction that years couldn’t mend Like people blocking the overbridge in hour of office rush she withdraws to her puja room. […]
Forgive me, dear Papa For being a mole underneath your eye It bothers you while reading a newspaper And makes you feel depressed sometimes. When a train rattles in the dumbness of night You […]
Publisher : Sabiha Huq, Professor of English, Khulna University, Bangladesh