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
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 8 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Delete
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 7 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Phobia.
But in this lifetime, we'll never know what we could've become.
For hope is when I dream those dreams I dared not dream.
I used to wear my minutes as accessories and now the minutes wear me.
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 6 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Astronaut.
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 4 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Shadow
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 2 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Middle
Notun Bazar was burning, burning! /Shops, stores, woodpiles/ Piled up iron, timber, mosques and temples/ Notun Bazar was burning, burning!
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 2 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Candle.