Taslima Nasrin

(25 August 1962 - / Mymensingh / Bangladesh)

Taslima Nasrin Poems

41. A Query 3/27/2012
42. Granary 3/27/2012
43. Dikhondito 3/27/2012
44. A Letter To My Mother 3/27/2012
45. Amar Shomoy 3/27/2012
46. Another Life 3/27/2012
47. Boro Voye Gopone Gopone Bachi 3/27/2012
48. Eve, Oh Eve 3/27/2012
49. Garment Girls 3/27/2012
50. Bhul Preme Kete Gelo Tirish Boshonto 3/27/2012
51. Character 3/27/2012
52. Girl From Switzerland 3/27/2012
53. Can'T I Have A Homeland To Call My Own? 3/27/2012
54. Happy Marriage 3/27/2012
55. Border 3/27/2012
56. India 3/27/2012
57. Freedom 3/27/2012
58. At The Back Of Progress 3/27/2012

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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 ...

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Last night a lizard sprang up from nowhere and landed upon me. It squirmed along my arm and then climbed upon my shoulder before inching toward my head and hiding itself into the disheveled bush of my hair. Resting upon the back of my aching head, it kept gawking for a couple of hours at a second lizard. Then at the stroke of dawn, it slid next to my ear, deciding to squat upon my spine.

The second lizard lay frozen upon my right leg, around two inches below my knee. Neither budged from thei

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