Taslima Nasrin

(25 August 1962 - / Mymensingh / Bangladesh)

Taslima Nasrin Poems

1. The Unrung Ring 3/27/2012
2. Some Tit-Bits Of My Life In Captivity 3/27/2012
3. Live 3/27/2012
4. My Bengal 3/27/2012
5. Sans People 3/27/2012
6. Venomous 3/27/2012
7. What A Country! 3/27/2012
8. The Safe House 3/27/2012
9. Self-Portrait 3/27/2012
10. Terror 3/27/2012
11. Mother's Story 3/27/2012
12. So Let Them Rule The World! 3/27/2012
13. We! 3/27/2012
14. Noorjahan 3/27/2012
15. The Game In Reverse 3/27/2012
16. Talaknama 3/27/2012
17. Time 3/27/2012
18. The Room In Which I Am Forced . . . 3/27/2012
19. Jodi Manush Na Hoy Pari, Pakhi Hoyeo Firbo Ekdin 3/27/2012
20. No Man's Land 3/27/2012
21. Oviman 3/27/2012
22. The Woman Breaking Bricks 3/27/2012
23. Prottyasha 3/27/2012
24. The Female 3/27/2012
25. Prem Korecho Koro 3/27/2012
26. Masturbation 3/27/2012
27. Not My City 3/27/2012
28. Interned 3/27/2012
29. Mosque, Temple 3/27/2012
30. You Go Girl ! 3/27/2012
31. Run! Run! 3/27/2012
32. Women And Poems 3/27/2012
33. Things Cheaply Had 3/27/2012
34. Acquaintance 3/27/2012
35. Hand 3/27/2012
36. Ccu To Ccu (Coronary Care Unit To Calcutta) 3/27/2012
37. Dukhoboti Ma 3/27/2012
38. For Some Years Now 3/27/2012
39. Aggression 3/27/2012
40. Byastota 3/27/2012
Best Poem of Taslima Nasrin

At The Back Of Progress

The fellow who sits in the air-conditioned office
is the one who in his youth raped
a dozen or so young girls,
and, at cocktail parties, is secretly stricken with lust,
fastening his eyes on lovelies' bellybuttons.

In five-star hotels,
he tries out his different sexual tastes
with a variety of women,
then returns home and beats his wife
because of an over-ironed handkerchief or shirt collar.

In his office Mr. Big puffs on a cigarette,
shuffles through files,
rings ...

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Happy Marriage

My life, like a sandbar,
has been taken over by a monster of a man
who wants my body under his control
so that, if he wishes,
he can spit in my face,
slap me on the cheek,
pinch my rear;
so that, if he wishes,
he can rob me of the clothes,

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