Poems from A.T.M.Fazlul Karim
Birds do not possess land.
They don’t have to hustle with one another
on the isles of their land.
Kites fly in the sky at noon.
Bats...
I’ve been missing Anando for twenty one years.
He sat by my bed during that last boishakhi full moon
with songs of shorn out leaves in...
I have never looked for after losing myself.
I thought losing was right. I am left
afraid in the forest alone;
I would be able to...
When the first lily of youth was blooming
a gypsy girl stirred you in the root.
After that in every flood, in every drought,
a boat...
Swans / Abu Karim
As sleep is the soil of sandal paste,
you’ve pasted it on your forehead...