Poems from A.T.M.Fazlul Karim
I smear all the dust that paths have to gain;
I am always on paths in sun and rain.
Paths take me to unknown rooms of unknown lands...
Today America is the most powerful state in the world,
dropping bombs wherever wishing
and teaching people democracy.
Suppose I have...
Out of the roof in the stoop
night is dangling like a sari.
In the stationary shop,village market,
in the graveyard of a saint.
...
Has anyone ever loved me? I cannot recollect if a cockroach or
an ant has loved me. Many women have walked away
touching my vicinity;...
The intern students research with the skeleton
of Cleopatra. Why do you boast of your beauty?
The eyes, with which you cast arrows of...