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 […]
Why should I abuse and blame this November for my woes? November has its own intricate autumn song— not a sizzling sparkling thungri, but a slow riverine quiet natural flow that delves into the sun-leached […]
Funeral yesterday. She has come back today enthroned on silence.
My verse is such a pest, it keeps stuttering when Muse, too, is no use.
The wail of the ambulance siren raking down the street——– companion large-hearted November evening, companion harsh loyal teeming street, companion anxious autumn smog, companion wayside neelkantha trees, companion grimy sanctuary leaves breathless, still— –all grieving […]
Certainly the saints are right that Grace comes unsought without a cause. Certainly the seers are right that Karuna arrives down pathless ways to touch you. But the radiance returning to a scorched shrivelled face […]
Original: “Masterdar Hathghari” by Shamsur Rahaman Did you ever wear a wristwatch, Masterda? This question haunted me often, I know a great deal about you. Your build, the precious gem-like lustre in your eyes, your […]
Publisher : Sabiha Huq, Professor of English, Khulna University, Bangladesh