Fear Calling Fear and other poems – Pankaj Saha
Translated from the Bengali by Boudhayan Mukherjee. Fear Calling Fear I’m fearing to liveFearing to turn my sight awayFearing to spread out my palms,Fear is overpowering meFearing to go aheadFearing to turn around I’m fearing to…...
Still Alice and other poems – Mousumi Banerjee
Still Alice First went the wordsDropped here and thereLike the orange leavesOn a crisp Fall afternoon. Then namesWho was the chapThat brought newspaperOn Sunday mornings?Name of the little village on the mountainsWith white-washed churches,One hundred…...
We Don’t Love What We Are – Allan Lake
I really must dust my writing desk soonthen other surfaces, tops of picture frames,window sashes, books, book shelves.Under the bed, where dust is determinedto establish its own state, requires assemblingvacuum and lying on the…...
Facing the sea, a confession and other poems by Seyhan Erözçelik
Translated from the Turkish by Neil P. Doherty Facing the sea, a confession Onto the pupils of our eyes the seagull was tracing the city’s silhouette,& our white kissing mouths & our headsLined up on strings.…...
Rise and other poems – M Sanjeeb Hossain
Rise Damn the kaptai1, draw its blood, and,the Chakma shall rise. __ ‘kaptai’ refers to Kaptai Lake. According to Banglapedia, the Kaptai Lake is the largest man-made freshwater body in the Chittagong Hill Tracts of Bangladesh,…...
The Day and other poems – Shahnaz Rasheed
Translated from the Kashmiri by Nisar Azam The Day He changed the gas cylindermade the kitchen functional againHurried towards the ration depotsomehow managed provisions and returned home.Right away he left for the marketto get…...
The Girl Who Loved Dead Things – D. W. Lloyd
Anne was a girl who was raised by the sea.At first she was happy; content as can be.She didn’t have friends; she had no one to trouble heruntil that one day the sea gave…...
Train and other poems – Farid Kabir
Translated from the Bengali by Moulinath Goswami Train The train dropped us mid-wayat an unknown station Is it The Destination, where people want to travel?Or is it, where they get down?Does destination seek its…...
Bedrock – Rochelle Potkar
We are given in to the roughness of the seas,made to catch its erratic blue between our irisestaught of winds but not of sailsand never the ship. Shipbuilding isn't a skill we learn since birth.That…...
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❤️