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
You do not read Plath,/ Nor Milton./ Or Wordsworth./ Or Shakespeare. What do you read?/ Newspapers, current affairs,/ How to be great when you're good.
Poet and researcher Emran Mahfuz's untitled poetry book Mukhoshpora Pathshala has been released in this year’s Amar Ekushey Book Fair.
Language trickles down the routes that blood took through Time. They say it’s a linear path, and yet I, a reluctant servant to the wiles of Time, find myself laid out in loops and slopes.
Come, if you may, with swords or guns. Remember, I won’t cry and run; I will rise from the depths of the land.
There's something more to it that trammeled his existence, and he wanted to escape the suffocation.
A face may launch a thousand ships but the very woman with the face has a passive presence in literature.
I was nine years of age the first time I set eyes on a Dhaka street. I received my first welcome from a group of beggars tapping on my car window.
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.
The prestigious Kali O Kalam Torun Kabi O Lekhak Puroshkar 2022 was conferred on January 28 at an award ceremony at Bengal Shilpalay in Dhanmondi, Dhaka.
Break me into numbers and spirals, and blood and flesh make me all that I don't wish to be.