Poems from A.T.M.Fazlul Karim
The rice-washing soft hand is now pressing
the head of the mouse, and beautiful
words are blooming on the well-lit blue screen.
...
Walk over grass in soft
steps lest dew drops should drop down.
Roam in forests with a great care lest
drops of water on arum leaves...
You are so far but so close to see;
butterflies dance between you and me,
and also flowers bloom bright;
there runs spring of light...
I have a personal jungle of my own
that is situated in Brazil named Amazon.
My mind always resides there alone.
Many canals and...
Some journalists of Dhaka felt elated seeing
whipping chastisement on the tender flesh of garment girls.
That news was not published well...