Poems from A.T.M.Fazlul Karim
When you will get back home, there will be no more
Playful clouds in the sky.
Deep black scurf will cover all the green stars.
The hours...
The silent cold whip of some death
unhinge the cord of civilization.
Some death clears away cataract from the
closed eyes of old men...
A pair of feet active behind the wheel
that footfall seems familiar to me.
Tearing out the clouds of memory far away,
I’m looking back...
The human flesh market has gone up recently;
after the ousting of Ershad, there was a depression in the market.
All the money-black,...
On both sides innumerable swans with white—
spreading feathers roam in rivers and in noise,
sometimes cry out alone.
Under my eyes there...