Nothing is meaningless if speech and silence fill void, flowing in the same force, and no one blocks the road to dreaming.
Like a wounded bird, my songs/ tumble down at your feet, my love.
After so many years, more than a decade or so, when you pass my home, don’t forget to take a look at the humble roof of haystack and wattle if not the humble me waiting to have a look at your eyes for an epoch.
The map I dream drawing every day, Bangladesh, is yours.
Maybe you forgot, or dementia possessed you before our union—how else could you keep aloof from your soul, your other soul, your eupnoea?
Aaj O Agamikaal: Nirbachito Shakkhatkar (Daily Star Books, 2020) by Professor Serajul Islam Choudhury and edited by Emran Mahfuz, a young
"The virus is slowing us down to the speed of poetry.” – Billy Collins
Among the contemporary poetic voices, the name of Ilya Kaminsky shines bright. An American-Ukranian poet, Kaminsky has already earned name and critical acclaim, publishing two collections of poetry, which have received rave reviews in front-ranking literary journals and newspapers. His latest collection is Deaf Republic (2019), whereas the first collection is titled Dancing in Odessa (2004).
The moment the news of students pouring kerosene on a professor came to my attention, I instantly thought it must be fake news. Either that or I was hallucinating. Because the thought of pouring kerosene on a professor and trying to light him on fire—an attempt to murder—is indeed shocking.
I want to write a poem about a dog though I've already written some poems that feature dogs. Sometimes I want
Jhumpa Lahiri, a well-known voice of diasporic literature and very popular among the contemporary writers of world
Schools are burnt, houses torched
