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

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  • Adeeb Alfateh Adeeb Alfateh (7/7/2019 3:24:00 AM)

    ONE of MY FAVORITE POETESS;

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  • Mahtab Bangalee Mahtab Bangalee (2/11/2019 3:41:00 AM)

    LOVE HER and HER WRITINGS VERY MUCH.
    Hopefully Govt. of Bangladesh will bring HER back very soon.
    LONG LIVE Taslima Nasrin for HER RIGHTEOUS writings

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  • Mahtab Bangalee Mahtab Bangalee (2/11/2019 3:40:00 AM)

    Taslima Nasrin
    One of my favorite poetess.

    specially I like her STRAIGHTFORWARD writings
    Her crystal clean poetry is WORLD APPEALING really.

    I think for her BRAVE-HEART POINTING OUT writings on WOMANHOOD RIGHTS have showed the true path of Bengali women and only SHE is to be PRAISED for the present PRAISEWORTHY PLACE of BANGLADESHI Women.

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  • Gurudevi Raiwade (11/1/2018 12:56:00 PM)

    Good peot

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  • Prabir Gayen Prabir Gayen (9/29/2018)

    A prodigious writer, , stood for social justice, a bard of conscience.

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  • ajmain (1/27/2018 5:14:00 PM)

    toslima nasrin best magi

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  • abid noor (1/20/2018 7:04:00 AM)

    taslina nsrin kutiya hai

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  • tslia nsrin kutita (1/20/2018 7:04:00 AM)

    ye sali harami hai

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  • Dr Dillip K Swain Dr Dillip K Swain (10/30/2017 12:44:00 PM)

    A great poetess.! I have read just a few works of her..so fascinating ..! A true genius..!!

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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 ...

Read the full of At The Back Of Progress

Mother's Story

1
My mother's eyes became yellowish, egg-yoke like.
Her belly swelled out rapidly like an overly full water tank
ready to burst at any moment.

No longer able to stand up, or sit down, or even move her fingers, she just lay there.
At the end of her days, she did not look like Mother any more.

Relatives appeared each morning, every evening,

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