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
We asked the DS Books editors and contributors about the books that most moved them this year.
It's June–the first day of Summer, You have never come home empty-handed, And I stand by our apartment door, Eye the lift as it totes between floors.
I saw a leaf falling yesterday. The wind took the leaf on its back then disappeared.
She reminds me of Desdemona,/ A character, a wife, a tramp, but never human! So maybe she was a witch, / Maybe sirens were witches too,
bits and pieces of her day/ get stuck in her hair/ she carries grief quietly
Dickinson shows that mellifluousness of language is what gives a heightened attribute to the essence of a poesy.
SHOUT and Daily Star Books jointly organise the Slam Poetry Nights once every month to offer a platform for conversations on art, personal freedom, and the issues urgent to the country’s people, all through the lens of poetry.
The December session arrives on Friday, December 2, at the Gulshan Paara Utshab at 3:00-3:45 PM.
Thoughts of a devoted poet
She came out from the cocoon of the accepted designated roles of women and marched forward to live an extraordinary life.