Taslima Nasrin

(25 August 1962 - / Mymensingh / Bangladesh)

Taslima Nasrin Poems

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

So many things ring,
the cells of the body,
the ankle bells as they dance,
the silver wrist bangles.
As the monsoon rains fall on the window
the glass panes musically ring.
As clouds clash with clouds
lightning rings out.
Dreams ring, keeping time to their beats,

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