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

At The Back Of Progress

The fellow who sits in the air-conditioned office
is the one who in his youth raped
a dozen or so young girls,
and, at cocktail parties, is secretly stricken with lust,
fastening his eyes on lovelies' bellybuttons.

In five-star hotels,
he tries out his different sexual tastes
with a variety of women,
then returns home and beats his wife
because of an over-ironed handkerchief or shirt collar.

In his office Mr. Big puffs on a cigarette,
shuffles through files,
rings ...

Read the full of At The Back Of Progress

Mother's Story

1
My mother's eyes became yellowish, egg-yoke like.
Her belly swelled out rapidly like an overly full water tank
ready to burst at any moment.

No longer able to stand up, or sit down, or even move her fingers, she just lay there.
At the end of her days, she did not look like Mother any more.

Relatives appeared each morning, every evening,

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