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. Freedom 3/27/2012
50. Garment Girls 3/27/2012
51. Bhul Preme Kete Gelo Tirish Boshonto 3/27/2012
52. Character 3/27/2012
53. Girl From Switzerland 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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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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