
Poetry
The Bridge
The bridge is worn out, has turned into a mere skeleton trying again and again
The bridge is worn out, has turned into a mere skeleton trying again and again
The boy in the blue shirt automatically appears with a cylinder once a month. ‘Thirty-rupee
Here is a speech in the “Two Day International Conference on Bengali Muslims at the
“Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot
When the sun goes down, Birds return to the neem tree, And carouse for half
Where were they? Where had my poor friends gone? Why had they left this leafy