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  • Banalata Sen
    Banalata Sen

    Thousands of years, I've been knocking around the world's...


    When did these dead people awake from their graves?

  • The Tale of a Slave

    It often happens nowadays That I do not find my head Spine, is now a distant memory! A question crops up constantly, at birth

  • Iqbal and Atiya Begum

    By the end of July 1907, news reaches Atiya through a student named Parmeshwar Lal that Iqbal's patriotic songs published in Makhzan have become so popular that they are being sung in the whole of northern India: 'houses, streets, alleys resounded with Iqbal's national songs, which created a feeling of nationalism unknown in India before.'

  • I Need to Believe

    In the name of justice...

  • Iqbal and Atiya Begum

    Ten years after Iqbal is born in Sialkot in undivided India, a girl named Atiya is born thousands of miles away in Istanbul. Just as Iqbal's father ran a business in Sialkot, Atiya's father Hasan Ali Fyzee (1827–1903) ran a business in that Turkish metropolis.

  • Bereavement

    Things were not so rosy at first, But soon they were straightened out.

  • Driftwood

    Her body lies like Driftwood on the sand

  • Blue Afternoon

    Sarah has not seen Naeema since then. She had heard from her other sons that Naeema is teaching in a school and staying with her mother.

  • Then Again Love

    Wild darkness of rain...

  • In this misty field one day

    Nobody will find me walking in this misty field one day, I know;

  • Blue Afternoon

    The call to prayer wakes Sarah up every morning. There are at least three mosques surrounding her apartment and each of them take

  • I Have Built Home In The Air

    I have built home in the air

  • Two Poems

    This emptiness does not fill


    It was pretty late in the evening when my colleague Sayeed Mahdi and I came out of Lahore Gymkhana.


    Manic, I run through the woods

  • Love

    The far more great is One's sense of love It endows hue to nature The green grass looks greener.....

  • A living celebration of Shakespeare's sonnets

    Four hundred years after his death, Shakespeare's works still seem inexhaustible as a source of pleasure and a spur to creative


    Don't hold my hand

  • Here Was a Door

    Here was a door, above which hung the cherished beauty

  • A Little Wind

    My fists open like leaves

  • Tagore and Keats

    John Keats (1795-1821) and Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), two great idealists...

  • Dreams

    I clawed at my throat; my nails digging into my skin. The pressure of my nails was good enough to leave some crescent shaped bruises.

  • Insane

    Your nails are long...

  • Five things to know about Harper Lee

    Enrich yourself with five exciting facts about Nelle Harper Lee, the author who defined true grit, and moved readers with her persuasive style of storytelling.

  • Sheikh Hasina, Ekushey Padak 2016

    PM hands Ekushey Padak 2016

    Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina hands over Ekushey Padak for 2016 to 16 eminent personalities in recognition of their outstanding contributions in their respective fields.

  • Umberto Eco

    Italian author-philosopher Umberto Eco dies

    Italian author Umberto Eco, who became famous for the 1980 international blockbuster The Name of the Rose, died on Friday, Italian media reported. He was 84.

  • The Broken Heart

    Hope this mail finds you still playing to life's songs in perfect beats. However challenging the tunes are, I know that you will bear with

  • Monday Morning Blues

    It was on a Monday morning that I was running late for work. To compound my problems, traffic was heavier than usual and only later,

  • Fleeting Clouds

    Where do they go these white puffs of cloud?

  • In remembrance of Jibanananda Das

    Today is the 117th birth anniversary of poet Jibananda Das, a legend in Bengali literature. We remember him in this day with the greatest reverence.

  • women, Afghan, housewives

    Love, rage, silence: Secret lives of Afghan female poets

    With her kohl-rimmed eyes cast down, Nadia lilts through a folk couplet before a secret assembly of women poets on a forbidden subject that often gets people killed in Afghanistan -- love.