Taslima Nasrin

(25 August 1962 - / Mymensingh / Bangladesh)

Border - Poem by Taslima Nasrin

I'm going to move ahead.
Behind me my whole family is calling,
My child is pulling my sari-end,
My husband stands blocking the door,
But I will go.
There's nothing ahead but a river.
I will cross.
I know how to swim,
but they won't let me swim, won't let me cross.

There's nothing on the other side of the river
but a vast expanse of fields,
But I'll touch this emptiness once
and run against the wind, whose whooshing sound
makes me want to dance.
I'll dance someday
and then return.

I've not played keep-away for years
as I did in childhood.
I'll raise a great commotion playing keep-away someday
and then return.

For years I haven't cried with my head
in the lap of solitude.
I'll cry to my heart's content someday
and then return.

There's nothing ahead but a river,
and I know how to swim.
Why shouldn't I go?

I'll go.


Comments about Border by Taslima Nasrin

  • Gold Star - 36,316 Points Kelly Kurt (4/7/2015 7:39:00 PM)

    Wonderful Taslima. An honor to read (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 27, 2012


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