Poems from A.T.M.Fazlul Karim
My habitation is in the wood, a beautiful sight,
many birds chirp around me day and night.
Bees have built a honeycomb on a branch...
The topmost branch of krishnochura has worn a blood
red robe; the color has come out of Boishakhi moonlight flood.
The dearest moon is...
I love Bangladesh wholeheartedly.
Every molecule and atom of the expansion of
green leaves out of the sharp touch of torrential
pour...
I forget the promises of night during daytime
as then to me Satan becomes the prime
pursuit, and I spend time most in many a sinful...
Before lighting every cigarette
I observe the net and white match stick.
Burning the crown of black, the red flame gradually
goes on...