Wishing you a happy new year! / The coming year? No, years ahead—
It’s been so long since we last spoke that I don’t think I can talk to you without confessing something. There you were, standing before me
When I come to you, I become a tree Trees have roots
Some label you a poet of love so true
This year, to observe 16 December, we have curated a list of four diverse yet fascinating poetry books for you to immerse yourself in.
My Bangla Sings out every morning One language Many songs
I fell asleep to the chatters of cicadas on a quiet summer night
A long stretch of time / passed in prison
Women and the earth have to tolerate a lot. –Kaajal (1965)
It’s been so long since we last spoke that I don’t think I can talk to you without confessing something. There you were, standing before me
Wishing you a happy new year! / The coming year? No, years ahead—
When I come to you, I become a tree Trees have roots
Some label you a poet of love so true
This year, to observe 16 December, we have curated a list of four diverse yet fascinating poetry books for you to immerse yourself in.
My Bangla Sings out every morning One language Many songs
I fell asleep to the chatters of cicadas on a quiet summer night
A long stretch of time / passed in prison
Women and the earth have to tolerate a lot. –Kaajal (1965)
Healthy water-bodies are sunk by envy-blind waste’s outburst
