Wake me up every morning as dawn becomes a new day.
What motivated our youth to defy death in order to free Bangladesh from the yoke of a brutal regime?
Glamorous lightweight raindrops from the October sky keep
A star fell on the ground in the windy night
As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn
Don’t you see— I can only write dark.
The first pulse, in the midst of a whipping maelstrom,
Eternity collapses at the wheel of change. / Past is lost
August, marked with dying things. Summer’s end, / My freedom spent
try my best to paint the place blue Pouring all the sorrow after you With no colour left in my palette, As though the canvas breathes its last
Spirit breaks at home along with love mingled with innocence.
Dissipated, my thoughts wander finally taking refuge in sleep.
I am a god when I am asleep, I am found to be inside the shimmer of water as it fights against the brilliance of the screams that emanate from the sky
Martyrs and-slash-or heroes they call us Is it worth all the fuss? While they celebrate We ache to recuperate
Neeldhaja is the first Bangla poem to be written in the form of a letter; it places a female figure with a rebellious demeanor as the protagonist of a historical narrative.
Kazi Nazrul Islam’s work remains just as relevant and beautiful 123 years after his birth.
The event, themed ‘Memory,’ took place on Sunday, May 21 at Dhanmondi’s DrikPath Bhaban, supported by Goethe-Institut Bangladesh and HerStory Foundation
It's time to take care of ourselves, both mind and soul, To live a life that is complete and whole.
The curtain rises, silence engulfs the theatre,