Poems from A.T.M.Fazlul Karim
Having honey from flowers I have become stout, you see;
drawing the burden of life I have become tired, a toiling bee.
Different...
The orange colored light of afternoon
writes the address of Tahiti island on the window.
The dense coconut vista along the shore...
A man has thrown a stone at a dog
and the dog is running away being driven by sorrow;
the boozed dog has been wounded much.
The neon...
A little brisk girl takes
rice in hotpots but makes
herself unable to eat lacking time
for her business in work she reaches night
and...
I roam here to this direction of the town.
Fruit shops, sky scrapping residential hotels,
restaurants and cafes catch
my unquenchable...