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
'Rise': Sehri Tales selections, Day 16
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 15 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Library
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 14 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Double
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 13 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Ease
Am I allowed to hold on to you? / But you are waves of serendipity, / Moving forward in each clutch
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 12 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Total
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 11 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Resist
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 10 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Cheese
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 9 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Long