The silence of a summer night was broken by the mysterious jingling of anklets. Everyone
(i)People who do not see cannot be seen;An eye that holds but the darkIs old
O Lord, unto Your path I turn once more,Hold me with Your grace when I
A wound gnaws�it smolders, burning slowly;The reach of a wound’s powerRuns deep�very deep.The filtering capacity
Tom the thief began his trade,He stole a chicken first of all;Then took away the
War - Yes the WarTerrifying massive act of terrorOn the earthThe destruction of humanityAnd the
Maisun can see only a small patch of skystanding beside the window of their Dhaka
After many years of returningAt the front door of the dilapidated house -Yet the square
The sunrise of the Autumn season is absolute.There is no comparison of its beauty and
Bengali poet Jibanananda Das’s literary legacy and the enduring mystery surrounding his death came into
My father whom we called Baba was Md Mohsin PSP. He was a former Indian
The emergence of Queen Elizabeth I (1558-1603) was like a new sunrise after a long
Translated by Gazi Abdulla-hel BaquiWill not anyone of you hear the woeful tales of the
What happens when an ancient Greek myth refuses to remain ancient? What happens when poetry
At the Vijay Sarani intersection, where the concrete overpass casts long, restless shadows over four
Artist SM Sultan, aka Sheikh Mohammad Sultan, died today. Well, not today - but on