Poems from A.T.M.Fazlul Karim
I no longer confine my sight to outward Nature;
rather I penetrate my search deeper into it
in search of a human face.
That of...
Hunger a dark language devoid of grammar-
a cruel and hard prose from where all types
of pauses have been ransacked.
If under the...
Why are you seeking warmth touching the tender body of afternoon?
You’ll be disappointed; afternoon is dumb and deaf.
Although reddish...
At the beginning of Kartik consuming the sense of sky
a dry wind comes down in the realm of green.
Trees feel a bit shudder at the...
Piles of straw burning on.
The omnivorous tongues of fire are snatching in
their stomachs large trees, herbs, birds and fowls
and all...