Category Archives: Poetry

Cloud poem

In the etchings of clouds Lies little hint Of what tomorrow may bring.

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Helal Hafiz in translation

This life will be cursed forever If I should not be part of the uprising now When they talk of cowards, my sons and theirs will talk of me. If all my youth is given at a time like this … Continue reading

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My poetry

In the half light of evening every wave seems to hug the sand, loath to leave home.  

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বরং/ Borong/ The Alternative: Premendra Mitra

বরং প্রেমেন্দ্র মিত্র কোথায় যাব ভেবেছিলাম হয়নি যাওয়া। বন্ধ ঘরের সার্সি কাঁপায় দমকা হাওয়া। কাঁপাক, তবু ঘরেই আছি। ভাবনাগুলোর পোকা বাছি, জ্বালায় যখন, তাড়াই মাছি, ঠিক জেনেছি, চক্ষু দুটি ঢাকলে পরেই ফুরোয় চাওয়া। শিখেছি তো যেদিকে রোদ সেদিক ঘেঁষেই বাড়তে, … Continue reading

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Favourite letters from a Rainy Day or Borshar Priyo Chithi: Srijato

‘It was dusty. The rain kept beating down. The streets were empty in our ancient town. The clouds of the past never went any where Caught by a thousand umbrellas as they were. If they went, would the bus stop … Continue reading

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Tell me, which village is that?

Your father lives in this village Your husband lives in that Which of them is yours woman Tell me, which village is that? All your life you cooked in pots bought by someone else And lived in someone else’s house … Continue reading

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Swarnakumari Debi

In the year 1876 the December chill in Calcutta was suddenly stirred by the appearance of an anonymous novel. Its title was ‘Deep Nirbaan’ or the Extinguishing of the Lamp. Its readers were amazed by the maturity of the unknown … Continue reading

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