A young white officer asks her in heavily accented Bangla, “What’s the purpose of your visit?”
It has been more than a few weeks since I arrived in London for my Master’s, and I still miss my friends, family, and acquaintances back home.
The hurt remained beneath my skin like an unwritten revelation—never acknowledged, never tended to;
A daughter reflects on time and Bengali culture as she revels in the excitement of cooking her parents a meal.
Abdus Selim’s translation and compilation is a time machine for all of us living in the new age, where poems have become much neutered.
For its 5th session, SHOUTx DS Books’ Slam Poetry Nights performed at the Dhaka Lit Fest 2023.
And in the streets of Shonarga, Luna went about on foot, her nupur clinking against her ankles, notifying all passers-by of the good queen’s proximity.
To love a country as if you’ve lost one Is to feel the freezing sun on your body Form icicles on your cheeks as you train your feet To dance hopscotch on rough asphalt;
A book may look like a house or a coffin But a maker of books cannot be contained between ordinary covers. Between the Muses’ minions, stodgy academics, Smarmy marketing men and discount-hungry retailers He waves a baton to conduct a chorus That threatens to collapse any moment into cacophony, Yet keeps the show going,
