Sumedha replied with annoyance, "I will make him say the words. It's so simple, 'Apni kemon achhen, bhalo?' Why can't he say it?"

Somehow, the taste of tear gas

Hold on to the hand of your lover. Because when the baton falls it will be between the spaces where we stand.

The village folk remembered the moon of that night, and they described it.

These are our shared dreams that inspire a sense of community–we are all in it together.

Reception of Tagore in the Hispanic world is a significant literary event in itself because they acknowledged Tagore during such a time when the occidental enthusiasm for him was declining

Stay in a group, never in alleyways

In a world spun from the threads of chaos, we are born into a tapestry of shadows. We are shimmering maidens in the night, nurturing within us a fire both subtle and strong. Yet, the air around us is heavy with whispers–danger and desire intertwined.

Translated by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam

Leave a flower from your bun when you depart, my love.

Chaos. More chaos.

The July wind brought in the scent of new beginnings

Magic boys and girls of Bangladesh, I love you.

Movements leave an indelible mark on the psyche of the people, and thus, the culture. As people are pushed to the brink of intolerance through oppressive measures,

In the blanks of muddy moonlight

A walkway through the crystal-clear lies

Surely, it’s madness / it’s insanity—that he walked on

The silence forced upon the mass came on a sudden Thursday, as all means of communication were shut down abruptly overnight

You've ignited a tempest, / a crimson anger, / A defiance burning brighter than the summer's sun

How long does a corpse of a hero take to rot? 50 years or more? What about the corpses of martyrs? One week? 10 days? The 40-day mark to blow the candles of funeral fires?