WHENEVER I approach her, I feel numb. I feel
speechless. I want to know who she is. But I don't
know who to ask. How to ask. This photograph has
always haunted me. I don't remember when I first
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This afternoon is like the smiling face of a sleeping beauty.
The air is the restlessness of a flock of deer.
The title of the seminar hangs in the middle of the stage reads:
'the housing issue of metropolitan city'.
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Only attending classes in the morning, spending rest of the day in intellectual jugglery with the zeal and vigour of morning freshness; I hang around with buddies in the highly pulsating and palpating corridors in the brightness of morning sun. In the endangered days of the seventies We dream of a world ful
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- A poem written by Khairul Haque Chowdhury on the thematic of Jibananda Das's "Pakhi"
a living thing
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