Taslima Nasrin

(25 August 1962 - / Mymensingh / Bangladesh)

Comments about Taslima Nasrin

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/14/2015 2:38:00 PM)

    a GREAT WOMAN and an excellent poetess

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  • Vishal Sharma Vishal Sharma (11/3/2015 11:08:00 AM)

    her works will be there for eternity

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/10/2015 2:13:00 AM)

    Hello Nasrin, ...your verses I read here.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/10/2015 2:08:00 AM)

    Dear, I read your poems, I like your way of presentation very much.

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti Abdulrazak Aralimatti (3/15/2015 11:37:00 PM)

    Life facet one-Truth is truth.
    Life facet two-False is false.
    Life facet three-Truth is false.
    Life facet four-False is truth.

  • Ash Shaheen (7/21/2013 5:16:00 PM)

    She may be a hardcore feminist associated with some of the most contentious social issues but to credit her as an intellectual with literary skill is just a load of rubbish! She is just a below medio core writer. She is simply an opportunistic person enjoying a luxurious life in Europe - using the sentiment of some over enthusiastic feminists as well as some pseudo liberals who have been dreaming of having romance with women from Indian sub-continent! So annoyed to see her name here!

  • Nasreen Banu (5/17/2013 6:11:00 AM)

    I want to meet Taslima, let me know the way

Best Poem of Taslima Nasrin

India

(to Sumit Chakrabarty)
India is not just India, even from before I was born,
India has been my history.
My history, carved into two by daggers of animosity and hatred, running breathlessly towards uncertain possibilities,
with the terrible crack at the core,
History bloodstained, history turned death.
It is this India that has given me language,
Has enriched me with culture
And powerful dreams.
This India can, if it so desires, snatch
My history away from my life,
My homeland from my dream.
But why should I let it drain me dry only because it so desires? ...

Read the full of India

We!

Last night a lizard sprang up from nowhere and landed upon me. It squirmed along my arm and then climbed upon my shoulder before inching toward my head and hiding itself into the disheveled bush of my hair. Resting upon the back of my aching head, it kept gawking for a couple of hours at a second lizard. Then at the stroke of dawn, it slid next to my ear, deciding to squat upon my spine.

The second lizard lay frozen upon my right leg, around two inches below my knee. Neither budged from thei

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