Poems from A.T.M.Fazlul Karim

Having honey from flowers I have become stout, you see; drawing the burden of life I have become tired, a toiling bee.     Different...
  The  orange colored light of afternoon writes the address of Tahiti island on the window.     The dense coconut vista along the shore...
A man has thrown a stone at a dog and the dog is running away being driven by sorrow; the boozed dog has been wounded much.     The neon...
A little brisk girl takes rice in hotpots but makes herself unable to eat lacking time for her business in work she reaches night and...
I roam here to this direction of the town. Fruit shops, sky scrapping residential hotels, restaurants and cafes catch my unquenchable...

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