This is the girl. Nabin recognized her pretty well. A pretty face in a noon crowd of pretty little faces walking along village paths. Nabin has a whole slew of names for them. He calls them by these names. The girl retorts: `...
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When a Pulitzer Prize winner publishes her second book, which was ten years in the making, it is...
Read MoreSo far they’ve lived across continents and worlds and mentalities. I suppose all my protagonists are also me, in some sense, or having an animated argument with me. So far, though, none of them have lived on other planets or galaxies, and so on. I guess I love this planet too much
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Boisali Biswas, an alumni of Viswa-Bharati and Bowling Green State University, is a mixed media Textile Artist, working with a variety of techniques within the Textile medium from weaving, dyeing, printing, painting, to quilting, embroidery, etc.
Read MoreTranslated from the Kazakh by David Cooke Nightmare Their meaning obscure, I dream of sleek black ravens whose croaking fills me with doubts and dread. They have built their nests in my hair. Like poisonous words, they’ve...
Read MoreThis Place No one owns it, except an immense darkness. Who else is lonely here except myself? Stay with me, ask me questions I cannot answer. There are ghosts here, my ancestors. Take me to some other place, where I can breathe....
Read MoreIf I told you When I breathe in the moistness of ancient ocean woods and trace the path of butterflies in hurricanes raging along your plexus if only I could tell how deep it wounds to know it in my soul that it’s probably...
Read MoreWhen we needed someone When we needed someone I cried for the shaman, seeking the words of generations to accompany us, Where are all the shamans? We needed someone to mend these bones, lift this arm, dress this shoulder, spine,...
Read MoreTranslated from the Bengali by Moulinath Goswami Twilight Sitting alone on the lap of solitary time The neighborhood closes in Someone comes and turns on the faucet The evening water supply– Water too has its own evening...
Read MoreTranslated from the Bengali by Subhadip Maitra Light’s Disease Imagine, you have stumbled upon the light, Imagine, you are in much need of the light, Delighted, you have captured it in your hat, and Someone appears at the...
Read MoreLife Again One day This time will fall asleep with shortness of breath by itself. The human being Will cure the disease one day At risk. Only a few of us Became joyous temporary, And set fire to the jungle. It burned The skin of...
Read MoreTranslated from the Bengali by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam Delusion What sort of delusion is this! While so close it seems you’re far away, beyond reach, the periphery of distance to the sky. If you come, climate and nature appear...
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Personally , I am an admirer of the Translator 😍. I usually go through her writings . This is also…
Personally I am an admirer of the Translator, I usually prefer to go through her writings . She is an…
Such a simple yet powerful expression of the wrongdoings that occurs in domestic sectors. Absolutely loved the story.
Can you please cite the original poem ? Where to find it in Bangla?
Such a wonderful work ma'am ❤️ I loved it
Just a wonderful work Ma'am....I loved it❤️