Twentyfour

ঝড়ে   যায় উড়ে যায় গো   আমার   মুখের আঁচলখানি। ঢাকা   থাকে না হায়…


Twentythree

I see everyone rushing — Rushing, tripping, running. Running for the…


Twentytwo

Blow gently over my garden,   Wind of the Southern sea, In the hour that…


Important Photos

This is Pankaj Chowdhury, my father's photo buddy and best friend for…


Twentyone

How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail And pour the…


Nineteen

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety…


Eighteen

And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we…


Sixteen

The night is darkening round me,  The wild winds coldly blow;  But a…