By the river bank At the forest edge The sun goes down. Water turns gold, And sky orangey. Columns of white herons Perch on a tall tree top
Don’t fear, dear, I do no harm, I promise, For one eve let me sit beside you. She coldly stares, and her Eyes fixed to her feet For a
দেখ আমি নিজের স্বরূপ জানিনা। আমি খৃষ্টাণ ধর্মাবলম্বী নই, ইসলাম ধর্মাবলম্বীও নই, ইহুদিও নই। পূর্ব পশ্চিম জলস্থল কোন স্থানেরই আমি অধিবাসী নই, ফেরাস্তা বা শয়তান কাহারও সহিত আমার আত্মীয়তা
When children cry I cry. When a girl is raped I laugh as a madman , when a clash is fought among imagined enemies I howl in
“Tell about your neighbourhood,” plainly I put. “Oh, sir! It was wonderful. We were happy to live here for a long time. There was no communal tension. Hindus and Muslims
Four corners I have In one are buried my ancestors. In the next There sleeps a cooking pot. Over the third thatched roof has a hole through that
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