Taslima Nasrin

(25 August 1962 - / Mymensingh / Bangladesh)

Taslima Nasrin Poems

1. Israfiler Jor Hoyese 3/27/2012
2. Interned 3/27/2012
3. The Unrung Ring 3/27/2012
4. Some Tit-Bits Of My Life In Captivity 3/27/2012
5. Run! Run! 3/27/2012
6. Not My City 3/27/2012
7. The Safe House 3/27/2012
8. What A Country! 3/27/2012
9. Live 3/27/2012
10. Venomous 3/27/2012
11. Sans People 3/27/2012
12. My Bengal 3/27/2012
13. Self-Portrait 3/27/2012
14. Terror 3/27/2012
15. So Let Them Rule The World! 3/27/2012
16. We! 3/27/2012
17. The Game In Reverse 3/27/2012
18. Talaknama 3/27/2012
19. Noorjahan 3/27/2012
20. Time 3/27/2012
21. The Room In Which I Am Forced . . . 3/27/2012
22. Jodi Manush Na Hoy Pari, Pakhi Hoyeo Firbo Ekdin 3/27/2012
23. Mosque, Temple 3/27/2012
24. No Man's Land 3/27/2012
25. Women And Poems 3/27/2012
26. Oviman 3/27/2012
27. The Woman Breaking Bricks 3/27/2012
28. Prottyasha 3/27/2012
29. You Go Girl ! 3/27/2012
30. The Female 3/27/2012
31. Mother's Story 3/27/2012
32. Prem Korecho Koro 3/27/2012
33. Masturbation 3/27/2012
34. Things Cheaply Had 3/27/2012
35. Acquaintance 3/27/2012
36. Girl From Switzerland 3/27/2012
37. Ccu To Ccu (Coronary Care Unit To Calcutta) 3/27/2012
38. Hand 3/27/2012
39. For Some Years Now 3/27/2012
40. Granary 3/27/2012
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 ...

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The Unrung Ring

So many things ring,
the cells of the body,
the ankle bells as they dance,
the silver wrist bangles.
As the monsoon rains fall on the window
the glass panes musically ring.
As clouds clash with clouds
lightning rings out.
Dreams ring, keeping time to their beats,

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