Poetry
POETRY / The creek drank the sorrows you sang to
Rose-tinted glasses are just red, and I have painted myself with the color now that the hollow of your eyes isn’t there, now that
POETRY / Hazardous miasma
The night smoke carries out the riots of innocents,
POETRY / Silent friday
Somehow, the taste of tear gas
POETRY / Jabar bela fele jeo ekti khopar phul
Leave a flower from your bun when you depart, my love.
POETRY / Swapane eshechilo mridubhashini
Translated by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam
POETRY / Survival tactics for “peaceful” protests
Stay in a group, never in alleyways
POETRY / Look out the windows
In the blanks of muddy moonlight
POETRY / Magic boys and girls of Bangladesh
Magic boys and girls of Bangladesh, I love you.
POETRY / All hail July
The July wind brought in the scent of new beginnings
Hazardous miasma
The night smoke carries out the riots of innocents,
The creek drank the sorrows you sang to
Rose-tinted glasses are just red, and I have painted myself with the color now that the hollow of your eyes isn’t there, now that
Silent friday
Somehow, the taste of tear gas
Survival tactics for “peaceful” protests
Stay in a group, never in alleyways
Swapane eshechilo mridubhashini
Translated by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam
Jabar bela fele jeo ekti khopar phul
Leave a flower from your bun when you depart, my love.
All hail July
The July wind brought in the scent of new beginnings
Magic boys and girls of Bangladesh
Magic boys and girls of Bangladesh, I love you.
Look out the windows
In the blanks of muddy moonlight
Anger and other blessings
A walkway through the crystal-clear lies